Mollie won't escape
from them. She may yield, if she really is convinced you are her
husband. Tell her you love her to distraction--can't live without her,
and so on. She may yield. Who knows? These girls are bundles of
inconsistencies, and Mollie Dane the most inconsistent of the tribe.
Have the ceremony performed over again before witnesses, and bring her
back here in a month--Mrs. Guy Oleander! Even if she won't consent from
pity for your state, she may to escape from that dreary Long Island
farm. She did once before, you know, and may again. That is all I have
to suggest, Guy. The rest is with yourself. In the vocabulary of great
men, there is no such word as fail."
She rose up. Dr. Oleander grasped her hand in an outburst of
enthusiastic gratitude.
"Blanche, you're a brick--a trump--a jewel beyond price! I don't know
how to thank you. You're a woman of genius--a wife for a Talleyrand!"
"Thanks. Let me be able to return the compliment. I ask no more. Let me
see how cleverly you will carry off pretty Mollie. I never want to see
her under this roof again.
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