I don't care about being hanged.

It's bad enough to be married and not know who your husband is." "It may be this Doctor Oleander." Mollie's eyes blazed up.
"If it is!"-- she caught her breath and stopped--"if it is, Miriam, I vow I would blow his brains out first, and my own afterward! No, no, no! Such a horrible thing couldn't be!" "Do you know, Mollie," said Miriam, slowly, "I think you are in love ?" "Ah! do you really?
Well, Miriam, you used to spae fortunes for a living.

Look into my palm now, and tell me who is the unhappy man." "Is this artist you speak of handsome and young ?" "Handsome and young, and tolerably rich, and remarkably clever.

Is it he ?" "I think it is." Mollie smiled softly, and looked into the glowing mask of coals.
"You forget I refused him, Miriam." "Bah! a girl's caprice.

If you discovered he was your mysterious husband, would you blow out his brains and your own ?" "No," said Mollie, coolly.