By Jove! what a little fiend
you are! I didn't think you would take it like this. I--Great powers!
Yes, I'm going!"
He flew out, closing the door with a bang. Then he opened it an inch and
peeped in.
"I'll come again to-morrow, Mollie. Try, for goodness' sake, to calm
yourself in the meantime. Yes, yes, yes, I'm going!"
For, with a shriek of madness, she made a spring at him, and the doctor
just managed to slam the door and turn the key before her little, wiry
hands were upon his throat.
"Great Heaven!" Dr. Oleander cried to himself, pale and aghast, wiping
the cold perspiration off his face; "was ever such a mad creature born
on the earth before? She looked like a little yellow-haired demon,
glaring upon me with those blazing eyes. Little tiger-cat! I told them
she was a raving lunatic, and, by George! she's going to prove me a
prophet. It's enough to make a man's blood run cold."
CHAPTER XVI.
MOLLIE'S DESPAIR.
Dr. Oleander descended the stairs, passed through the lower hall, and
entered the kitchen--a big, square room, bleak and draughty, like all
the rest of the old, rickety place, but lighted by a roaring fire.
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