"
"And I will be as much in the dark as ever."
"A moment ago you were in despair because you thought he, of all men, was
the man," said Hugh Ingelow. "It seems to me you are hard to satisfy."
"No," said Mollie; "if it be as you suspect, I shall be unspeakably
thankful. No fate earth can have in store for me can be half so
horrible as to know myself the wife of Guy Oleander."
"And if I thought you were his wife, Mollie, rest assured I should never
have taken you from him," said Mr. Ingelow, decidedly. "You are no more
Guy Oleander's wife than I am."
"Heaven be praised for that!" Mollie cried. "But then, I am entirely in
the dark. Whose wife am I?"
Mr. Ingelow smiled.
"That question has an extraordinary sound. One doesn't hear it often in
a life-time. If I were a sorcerer, as you accuse me of being, I might
perhaps answer it. As it is, I leave it to your own woman's wit to
discover."
"My woman's wit is completely at a loss," said Mollie, despairingly. "If
ever I do find out, and I think it likely I shall, the divorce law will
set me free.
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