Some nameless thrill of terror suddenly made her
dread the man.
"You must--you must!" cried the man, in an impetuous whisper. "We can
not stand here in this down-pour. Don't you see it is impossible? And
the first policeman who comes along will be walking us off to the
station-house."
He caught her arm and half led her to the carriage. Shrinking
instinctively, yet hardly knowing what to do, she found herself in it,
and seated, before she quite knew it.
He sprung after her, closed the door, the carriage started at once at
a great pace, and the poor little fly was fairly caught in the spider's
web.
"I don't like this," said Mollie, decisively. "I had no idea of entering
a carriage when I appointed this meeting. Where are you taking me to?"
"There is no need to be alarmed, pretty Mollie," said the man, still
speaking French. "I have given the coachman orders to rattle along
through the streets. We can talk here at our leisure, and as long as we
please. You must perceive the utter impossibility of conversation at a
street corner and in a down-pour of rain.
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