"It was cats or rats, or the rising wind.
Every one in the house is asleep."
She closed the door and went back to the fire. As she did so, a face
peeped out from behind a great, carved Indian cabinet, not far from the
door--a face lighted with a diabolical smile of triumph.
CHAPTER XII.
"BLACK MASK"--"WHITE MASK."
"Finish your story!" exclaimed Miriam, impatiently. "Morning is coming,
and like owls and bats and other noxious creatures, I hide from the
daylight. How did you escape?"
"I didn't escape," said Mollie. "I couldn't. The week expired--my masked
husband kept his word and sent me home."
"Sent you! Did he not fetch you?"
"No; the man who drove the carriage--who, with the girl Sarah, witnessed
the marriage--brought me. Sarah bound me, although there was no
occasion, and the man led me down and put me in. Sarah accompanied me,
and I was driven to the very corner here. They let me out, and, before I
had time to catch my breath, were off and away."
"And that is all?" said Miriam, wonderingly.
"All! I should think it was enough.
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