Look at it; see its blue, keen glitter.
It is a pretty, little toy, but it proves you a false boaster and a
liar! It leaves me one alternative--death!"
"Mollie! For God's sake!"
There was that in the girl's white, rigid face that frightened the
strong man. He recoiled and looked at the little flashing serpent with
horror.
"I have listened to you, Doctor Guy Oleander," said Mollie Dane, slowly,
solemnly; "now listen to me. All you say may be true, but yours I never
will be--never, never, never! Before you can lay one finger on me this
knife can reach my heart or yours. I don't much care which, but yours if
I can. If I am your wife, as you say, the sooner I am dead the better."
"Mollie, for Heaven's sake--"
But Mollie, like a tragedy queen, waved her hand and interrupted him:
"They say life is sweet--I suppose it is--but if I am your wife I have
no desire to live, unless, indeed, to be revenged on you. Put a dose of
arsenic in yonder coffee-cup and give me the draught. I will drink it."
Dr. Oleander grinned horribly a ghastly smile.
"I had much rather give you a love-philter, Mollie," he said, recovering
from his first scare.
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