A sudden
panic had seized her--a horrible dread of the man beside her--a stunning
sense that it was not the man she loved.
Again that strident laugh--mocking, sardonic, triumphant--rang through
the carriage. Her arms were caught and held as in a vise.
"Not so fast, my fair one; there is no escape: I can't live without
you, and I see no reason why a man should live without his wife. You
appointed this meeting yourself, and I'm excessively obliged to you. I
am taking you to the sea-side to spend the honey-moon. Don't struggle
so--we'll return to New York by and by. As for Hugh Ingelow, you mustn't
think of him now; it isn't proper in a respectable married woman to know
there is another man in the scheme of the universe except her husband.
Mollie! Mollie! if you scream in that manner you'll compel me to resort
to chloroform--a vulgar alternative, my dearest."
But Mollie struggled like a mad thing, and screamed--wild, shrill,
womanly shrieks that rang out even above the rattle and roll of the
carriage wheels.
The man, with an oath, placed his hand tightly over her mouth.
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