She detests the man with all her heart. If she is in his power,
he will show her no mercy. Mr. Ingelow, can you aid her, or must I seek
her alone and unaided?"
Mr. Ingelow was standing with his back to her, looking out at the last
yellow line of the sunset streaking the twilight sky. He turned partly
around, very, very pale, as the woman, could see, and answered,
guardedly:
"You had better do nothing, I think. You had better leave the matter
altogether to me. Our game is shy, and easily scared. Leave me to deal
with him. I think, in a battle of wits, I am a match even for Guy
Oleander; and if Mollie is not home before the moon wanes, it will be
no fault of mine."
"I will trust you," Miriam said, rising and walking to the door. "You
will lose no time. The poor child is, no doubt, in utter misery."
"I will lose no time. You must give me a week. This day week come back,
if Mollie is not home, and I will meet you here."
Miriam bowed her head and opened the door.
"Mollie will thank you--I can not. Farewell!"
"Until this day week," Hugh Ingelow said, with a courteous smile and
bow.
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