All you have now belongs to Carl Walraven; and to offer me a farthing of Carl Walraven's money is to offer me the deadliest of insults." "How you hate him! how he must have wronged you!" Again that burning blaze leaped into the woman's haggard eyes.
"Ay, girl! hate and wrong are words too poor and weak to express it.

But I bide my time--and it will surely come--when I will have my revenge." She opened the door and passed out swiftly.

The listener at the key-hole barely escaped behind the cabinet--no more.
Mollie, in her rosy silken robes, like a little goddess Aurora, followed her out, down the stairs, and opened for her the house door.
The first little pink clouds of the coming morn were blushing in the east, and the rag-women, with their bags and hooks, were already astir.
"When shall I see you again ?" Mollie said.
Miriam turned and looked at her, half wonderingly.
"Do you really wish to see me again, Mollie--such a wretched-looking being as I am ?" "Are you not my aunt ?" Mollie cried, passionately.

"How do I know there is another being on this earth in whose veins flow the same blood as mine?
And you--you love me, I think." "Heaven knows I do, Mollie Dane!" "Then why wrong me by such a question?
Come again, and again; and come soon.

I will be on the watch for you.