"
"No! Do you think so? Then I'm not to blame?"
"You!" Mr. Ingelow laughed. "I should think not, indeed! Set that tender
little heart of yours at rest, Mollie. Blanche Walraven is big and
fierce, and able to take care of herself. Let us get rid of her
quietly; if we can, and be thankful."
"Mr. Sardonyx is with her now," said Mollie, "arranging matters. Oh,
dear! I can't help feeling nervous and troubled about it. It's not fair
to punish her and let Doctor Oleander go off scot-free."
"His punishment is his detection and your loss, Mollie. I can think of
no heavier punishment than that. I met him, by the bye, in Broadway, as
large as life, and as impudent as the gentleman with the cloven foot. He
bowed, and I stared, and cut him dead, of course."
Before Mollie could speak, the door-bell rang. A moment later and there
was the sound of an altercation in the hall.
"You can't see Miss Dane, you ragamuffin!" exclaimed the mellifluous
tones of footman Wilson. "You hadn't oughter ring the door-bell! The
airy's for such as you!"
"It is Miriam!" cried Mollie, running to the door.
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