I mean to take you away from here. Very soon we
will go to Cuba, and then my whole life will be devoted to you. No slave
will serve his mistress as I will you."
He drew nearer as he spoke. Quick as lightning her hand sought her
breast, and the blue gleam of the dagger dazzled his eyes.
"One step nearer," she hissed, between set, glistening teeth, "and I'll
bury it in your heart or my own!"
She raised it with a gesture grand and terrible, and rising slowly from
her seat, confronted him like a little tigress.
"Mollie," he said, imploringly, "listen to me--your husband!"
Her white teeth locked together with a clinching noise; she stood there
like a pale little fury.
"Have you no pity for such love as mine, Mollie? Is your heart made of
stone, that all my devotion can not melt it?"
To his horror, she broke into a discordant, mirthless laugh.
"His devotion! He tears me away from my friends, he locks me up in a
dungeon until he drives me mad! His devotion!"
She laughed hysterically again.
"It seems harsh, Mollie, but it is not meant in harshness.
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