"Who are you?" she said, breathlessly. "Surely someone I know."
The woman smiled.
"No one you know, miss--unless you have the advantage of me. I don't
suppose you ever heard my name before."
"I don't suppose I have," retorted Miss Dane; "but I have certainly
heard your voice."
"No! Have you, now? Where, I wonder?"
Mollie gazed at her wistfully, scrutinizingly. Surely that face, that
voice, were familiar; and yet, as soon as she strove to place them, all
became confusion. She turned away with a sigh.
"It's of no use. I suppose you're in league with the rest. I think the
people in this house have hearts harder than stone."
"I'm very sorry for you, miss, if that's what you mean," said Mrs. Susan
Sharpe, respectfully. "Yours is a very sad affliction, indeed."
"A very sad affliction! Do you mean being imprisoned here?"
"Oh, dear, no, miss!" looking embarrassed. "I mean--I'm sure, I beg your
pardon, miss--I mean--"
"You mean you pretend to believe Doctor Oleander's romance," interrupted
Mollie, contemptuously. "You mean I am crazy!"
"Don't be angry, miss," said Mrs.
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