"
"You like me a little, Mollie, don't you? Ah, my darling, tell me so.
You know you never have yet."
And then Mollie put her two arms round his neck, and held up her lovely,
blushing face.
"Dear, dear Hugh! I love you with all my heart! And the happiest day of
Mollie's life is the day she finds you are Mollie's husband!"
* * * * *
They were back in the carriage, driving through the golden mist of the
sunny afternoon slowly back to the city. Side by side, as happy lovers
sit, they sat and talked, with--oh, such infinitely blissful faces!
"And now," said Mollie, "what are we going to do about it? It will never
answer to reveal this horrid little romance of ours to all the world."
"Nor shall I. The world has no right to our secrets, and the Reverend
Raymond Rashleigh will go to his grave with his little mystery unsolved.
But we will be married again, openly and before the world, and you, Mrs.
Ingelow, will be under double obligation, because you will have promised
to love, honor and obey twice."
"And we'll go and live out at Harlem, in the dear, romantic old house?"
Mollie said, with sparkling eyes.
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