They were
going at a frightful pace, and already the city, with its lights and
passengers, was left far behind. They were flying over a dark, wet road,
and the wind roared through distant trees, and the rain fell down like a
second deluge.
"Let me go--let me go!" Mollie strove madly to cry, but the tightening
grasp of that large hand suffocated her.
The carriage seemed suddenly to reel, a thousand lights flashed before
her eyes, a roar like the roar of many waters surged in her ears, a
deathly sickness and coldness crept over her, and with a gasping sob she
slipped back, fainting away for the first time in her life.
CHAPTER XV.
THE MAN IN THE MASK.
Dizzily Mollie opened her eyes. Confused, bewildered, she strove to sit
up and catch her breath in broken gasps.
"So sorry, Mollie," said an odious voice in her ear. "Quite shocked, I
am sure, to have you faint; but you've not been insensible half an hour.
It wasn't my fault, you know. You would scream, you would struggle, you
would exhaust yourself! And what is the consequence of all this
excitement? Why, you pop over in a dead swoon.
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