The disguised man laughed--a low, deriding laugh.
"You see, my dear little Mollie, you'll get any amount of pity, but nothing else.

Old Sally will be very sincerely sorry for you, but she won't help you to escape.

On the contrary, she'll keep you under lock and key as faithfully as though you were the Koh-i-noor.

Come in, you may take cold in this nasty, draughty passage." He drew her with him.

Mollie seemed in a sort of dreamy swoon, and went passively.