I'm no worse now than I was before." "I never thought it was you," Mollie said, in a voice of still despair.
"Oh, yes, you did.

You dreaded it was me--you hoped it was that puppy, Ingelow, confound him! Why, Mollie, he doesn't care for you one tithe of what I do.

See what I have risked for you--reputation, liberty, everything that man holds dear." "And you shall lose them yet," Mollie said, between her clinched teeth.
"I have made myself a felon to obtain you, Mollie.

I love you better than myself--than anything in the world.

You are my wife--be my wife, and forgive me." "Never!" cried Mollie passionately, raising her arm aloft with a gesture worthy of Siddons or Ristori; "may I never be forgiven when I die if I do! I could kill you this moment, as I would a rat, if I had it in my power, and with as little compunction.