"Before all here," cried Mollie Dane, arm and hand still upraised with
an action indescribably grand, "I accuse you, Guy Oleander, of high
felony! I accuse you of forcibly tearing me from my home, of forcibly
holding me a prisoner for nearly two weeks, and of intending to carry me
off by force to-morrow to Cuba. And you, madame," turning suddenly as
lightning strikes upon Mrs. Carl, "you, madame, I accuse as his aider
and abettor."
There was another horrible pause. Even Hugh Ingelow thrilled through
every vein.
Then Carl Walraven found voice:
"For God's sake, Mollie, what does this mean?"
Mollie turned to him and held out both hands.
"It means, guardy, that but for the direct interposition of Providence
you never would have seen your poor little Cricket again."
And at last Dr. Oleander found his voice.
"That infernal nurse!" he cried between his set teeth. Mollie heard the
hissing words and turned upon him like a pale little fury.
"Yes, Guy Oleander, the nurse played you false--fooled you to your face
from the first. Came down from New York for no other purpose than to
rescue me.
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