If there were
any other way of winning you, you know I would never resort to such
extreme measures. I am not the only man that has carried off the woman
he loved, when other means failed to win her."
Again he came nearer, holding out his hands with an imploring gesture.
"Only say that you will try and love me--only say that you will be my
wife--promise me on your word of honor, and I will take you back to New
York this day!"
But Mollie's answer was to raise her formidable knife.
"One step more," she said, glaring upon him with suppressed fury--"one
step nearer, if you dare!"
He saw in her face it was no idle threat, and he recoiled.
"Stay here, then," he angrily cried, "since you will have it so! It is
your own fault, and you must abide the consequences. Mine you shall be,
by fair means or foul! I leave you now, since my presence does no good,
but by this day week you will be sailing with me to sunny Cuba. There I
can have things my own way, and your high-tragedy airs will avail you
little."
He walked to the door, turned, paused. She stood like a statue, white as
marble, but with, oh! such fiercely burning eyes!
"I have brought you an attendant," he said, sullenly.
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