I can say no more."
"No more!" Sir Roger said, with emotion, kissing the little hand. "God
bless you!"
He, too, was gone.
Then Mollie turned and put her arms round her guardian's neck.
"Dear old guardy, I am sorry for you. Oh, I wish you had never married
that hateful Blanche Oleander, but lived free and happy with your mother
and your Mollie. But it's too late now; you must forgive her, I suppose.
I detest her like the mischief; but we must all keep the peace."
"I suppose so, Mollie," with a dreary sigh. "You can't wish I had never
married more than I do. It's a righteous punishment upon me, I suppose.
I've been the greatest villain unhung to the only woman who ever did
love me, and now this is retribution."
He groaned dismally as he rose and kissed Mollie good-night.
"Go to your room, Mollie, and let us forget, if we can."
"Ah!" said Mollie, "if we can. Guardy, good-night."
CHAPTER XXV.
MIRIAM'S MESSAGE.
Next morning, at breakfast, Mrs. Walraven did not appear. She was very
ill and feverish, her maid reported, and quite unable to leave her bed.
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