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"It means that a terrible crime has been committed, guardy," Mollie replied, gravely, "and that your wife and her cousin are among the chief conspirators. Sit down and I will tell you the whole story. Sir Roger Trajenna, likewise. I owe you both a full explanation. Mr. Ingelow knows already."
"Do you regret your broken marriage with Sir Roger Trajenna, Mollie?" "No yes no. I don't know I don't think I do. It isn't that. I didn't care for Sir Roger. I was mean enough and shabby enough to consent to marry him for his wealth and title. But I was such a little fool! Sir Roger was a thousand times too good for me, and he and I are both well out of that matter.
Oleander, chattering like a magpie with Lawyer Sardonyx, and anon laughing at all three with Sir Roger Trajenna. You might as well have tried to regulate the vagaries of a comet as well guess from what quarter the fickle wind would next blow. "Women are all puzzles," said Dr. Oleander, in quiet despair to Mrs. Walraven. "That is a truism long and tried; but, by Jove!
She held up her left hand. Among the opals, and pearls, and pale emeralds flashing there, gleamed a little circlet of plain gold badge of woman's servitude. "Married!" Miriam gasped, in indescribable consternation. "I thought you were to marry Sir Roger Trajenna?" "So I was so I would have, if I had been let alone.
No trace not the faintest shadow of trace of the lost one could be found. The mystery deepened and darkened every day. The week expired. On its last night there met at the Walraven mansion a few friends, to debate what steps had better next be taken. "In the council of many there is wisdom," thought Mr. Carl Walraven; so that there were present, besides Sir Roger Trajenna, Dr. Oleander, Mr.
Miss Mollie Dane puts the toppers on the lot. I never met with such a bewildering sprite." "Odious, artful creature!" hissed the bride of Carl Walraven. "It is all her crafty scheming to attract the attention of that hoary-headed simpleton, Sir Roger Trajenna. "Because I am afraid, madame." "Afraid!" scornfully "afraid of a goosey girl of seventeen!
And you will really be mine in a month?" "Or two. Yes, if you insist upon it. If I am to be Lady Trajenna first or last, it may as well be first, I suppose." "And you will not change your mind?" "Of course not," said Mollie, indignantly. "When Mollie Dane gives her word, the laws of the Medes and what's their names? are nothing to it. Don't tease, Sir Roger.
"No," said Mollie; "I'm going to stay at home and entertain Sir Roger Trajenna. He is coming to luncheon." "Seems to me, Cricket," said Mr. Walraven, "Sir Roger Trajenna hangs after you like your shadow. What does it mean?" "It means making your charming ward Lady Trajenna; if he can, of course." "But he's as old as the hills, Mollie." "Then I'll be a fascinating young widow all the sooner."
"Would yon really be so cruel, guardy?" said a soft voice, and wheeling round, the astonished pair saw the culprit before them. "Have you no pity for your poor little Mollie, and can't you let her be as lazy as she pleases? Good-morning, Sir Roger Trajenna." How lovely Mollie looked!
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