I hate you--I hate you--I hate you! How I hate you words are too poor and weak to tell!" "Of course," said the doctor, with ineffable calm: "it's perfectly natural just now.

But you'll get over it, Mollie, believe me you will, and like me all the better by and by." "Will you go ?" said Mollie, her eyes beginning to blaze.
"Listen to me first," said the doctor, earnestly.

"Listen to me, I implore you, Mollie! I have taken a dangerous step in fetching you here--in marrying you as I did; my very life is at stake.

Do you think I will stick at trifles now?
No.

You must either return to New York as my wife, openly acknowledging yourself such, or--never return.