"
"Never!" thundered Carl Walraven--"never! you base, plotting Jezebel!
The fate you allotted to Mollie Dane shall fall upon yourself. You shall
quit this house before the week ends, never to return to it more."
"Carl! Husband--"
"Silence, madame! No husband of yours, either now or at any future time!
This shall be our last interview. We part to-day to meet no more."
"Carl! Carl! for pity's sake, hear me."
"Not a word, not a syllable. All the excuses in the world would not
excuse you. I never loved you--now I hate you. After this hour I never
want to look upon your wicked white face again."
Blanche Walraven's spirit rose with the insult. She flung down the
clothes and sat erect in bed, her black eyes flashing.
"Be it so! You never loved me less than I did you! You can not hate me
more than I hate you! But, for all that, I won't go!"
"You shall go--and that within this week!"
"I tell you I won't! I dare you! Do your worst!"
"Do you, madame? Then, by Heaven, I accept your challenge! The law of
divorce shall set me free from the vilest wife man ever was cursed with!"
She gave a gasping cry, her face ghastly white.
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