Love begets love, they say, and I love you to madness." "So it appears.

A lunatic asylum would be the fitter place for you, if you must escape state prison.

Are we to stand here and bandy words all night?
Show me who you are and go." The man laid his hand on his hat.
"Have you no suspicions, Mollie?
Can't you meet me half-way--can't you guess ?" "I don't want to guess." She spoke defiantly; but her heart was going in great, suffocating plunges against her side, now that the supreme moment had come.
"Then, Mollie, behold your husband!" With a theatrical flourish he whipped off slouched hat, flowing beard and wig, dropped the disguising cloak, and stood before her revealed--Dr.Guy Oleander! She gave one gasping cry, no more.

She stood looking at him as if turning to stone, her face marble white--awfully rigid--her eyes starting from their sockets.

The man's face was lighted with a sinister, triumphant glow.
"Look long, Mollie," he said, exultantly, "and look well.