All you say may be true, but yours I never will be--never, never, never! Before you can lay one finger on me this knife can reach my heart or yours.

I don't much care which, but yours if I can.

If I am your wife, as you say, the sooner I am dead the better." "Mollie, for Heaven's sake--" But Mollie, like a tragedy queen, waved her hand and interrupted him: "They say life is sweet--I suppose it is--but if I am your wife I have no desire to live, unless, indeed, to be revenged on you.

Put a dose of arsenic in yonder coffee-cup and give me the draught.

I will drink it." Dr.Oleander grinned horribly a ghastly smile.
"I had much rather give you a love-philter, Mollie," he said, recovering from his first scare.