Of course, he didn't see my face or know me; but he described
the bride--small, slender, with a profusion of golden ringlets. You
should have seen Mrs. Carl look across the table at me--you should have
heard her hiss in my ear, in her venomous, serpent-like way: 'I think I
know where you spent that fortnight.' I couldn't sleep to-night for
thinking of it, and that's how I came to be awake so late, and to see
you from the window. I'm not afraid of her; but I know she means me
mischief, if she can."
Miriam gazed thoughtfully at her. She looked a very helpless, childish
little creature, sitting there--the youthful face looking out of that
sunshiny cloud of curls.
"She is your deadly enemy, then, Mollie. Why does she dislike you so
much?"
"Because I dislike her, I suppose, and always did, and she knew it. It
is a case of mutual repulsion. We were enemies at first sight. Then she
is jealous of me--of my influence with her husband. She is provoked that
she can not fathom the mystery of my belongings, and she thinks, I know,
I am Mr. Walraven's daughter, _sub rosa_; and, to cap the climax, I
won't marry her cousin, Doctor Oleander.
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