"'Safe bind, safe find!' Now, Miss Dane, take my arm, and let us see you
step out. I have a trap waiting down the road. Neat thing this in the
way of moonlight, isn't it?"
Mollie essayed to laugh. He had not waited for her to decline his
proffered arm this time--he had taken her hand and drawn it securely
through.
"How does freedom feel, Mollie, after a week or two of close
imprisonment?"
"Very delightful. You must suffer the imprisonment first, Mr. Ingelow,
before you can realize it."
"I would prefer trying to realize it without. Ah, my worthy Doctor
Oleander, I think I have outwitted you nicely!"
"I have been so bewildered, and so flurried, and so stunned from the
first," said Mollie, "that I can not properly comprehend anything, but
I should like to hear how you have brought all this about."
"Why," said Mr. Ingelow, "Mrs. Sharpe told me."
"Yes; but you sent Mrs. Sharpe here in the first place; she told me
that. How did you know I was here?"
"Ah! thereby hangs a tale--too long to tell at this sharp pace. Wait
until to-morrow, Miss Mollie.
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