Once in the carriage, carry her off." "Where ?" asked the doctor, astonished at the rapidity of all this.
"To Long Island--to the farm.

She will be as safe there as in Sing Sing.
Make her think you are her unknown husband.

It will be easily done, for she half thinks it now.

Only--look out for the strychnine!" The doctor rose to his feet, his sallow face flushed, his small black eyes sparkling.
"By Jove! Blanche, what a plotter you are! I'll do it, as sure as my name's Guy.

I love the little witch to madness, and I owe her one for the way she jilted me.