Sharpe, deprecatingly. "I wouldn't
give offense for the world."
"Look at me," said Mollie, impetuously--"look me in the face, Susan
Sharpe, and tell me if I look like one insane!"
Mrs. Sharpe turned the mild light of the green glasses on the pale,
excited young face.
"No, miss, I can't say you do; but it isn't for me to judge. I'm a poor
woman, trying to turn an honest penny--"
"By helping the greatest scoundrel that ever escaped the gallows to keep
prisoner an unoffending girl! Is that how you try to turn an honest
penny, Susan Sharpe?"
Susan Sharpe, shrinking, as well as she might, from the fiery flashing
of two angry blue eyes, murmured an inaudible something, and busied
herself among the dishes.
"Listen to me, woman," cried Mollie, pushing back her wild, loose hair,
"and pity me, if you have a woman's heart. This man--this Doctor
Oleander--led me into a trap, inveigled me from home, brought me here,
and keeps me here a prisoner. To further his own base ends he gives out
that I am insane. My friends are in the greatest distress about me, and
I am almost frantic by being kept here.
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