Oleander's wedded wife.
"Splendid! Oh! what fun it will be to see him! And such glorious
revenge, too!"
"Seriously, Mollie," said Mr. Ingelow, "he deserves to be punished for
his unmanly trick."
"And he shall be!" Mollie cried, her eyes sparkling. "He shall be, if all
the world knows the story! What care I? I will have my revenge on the
man I hate--on the man who has wronged me beyond reparation. And then I
can go away where no one will know me, and make my own way through the
world, as I did before I ever came to New York."
Hugh Ingelow looked at her. Her eyes were alight, her cheeks flushed,
her whole face eager, angry, and aglow.
"Wronged you beyond reparation!" he slowly repeated. "Mollie, what do
you mean?"
"I mean," Mollie passionately cried, "that I am his wife. And I will
never forgive him for making me that--never, never, if it were my dying
day!"
"His wife!"
The young man looked at her thunder-struck.
"Oh! you don't know. You hadn't heard, of course. It wasn't this time. I
would have murdered him and myself this time before he would ever lay a
finger on me.
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