I should die of shame!"
She rose impetuously from the table and walked away to one of the
windows.
"You don't know how I abhor that man--abhor, detest, hate, loathe him!
There is no word in all the language strong enough to express my feeling
for him. Think of it, Mr. Ingelow!"--she faced around, her eyes
flashing fire--"think of tearing a bride from the very altar on her
wedding-night, and compelling her to marry a man she abhorred! You, who
are a brave man and an honorable gentleman, tell me what language is
strong enough for so dastardly a deed."
Hugh Ingelow left his seat and faced her, very pale. Mrs. Sharpe slipped
out of the room.
"Do you regret your broken marriage with Sir Roger Trajenna, Mollie?"
"No--yes--no. I don't know--I don't think I do. It isn't that. I didn't
care for Sir Roger. I was mean enough and shabby enough to consent to
marry him for his wealth and title. But I was such a little fool! Sir
Roger was a thousand times too good for me, and he and I are both well
out of that matter. But that is no excuse for such a villainous deed.
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