that their sin should be visited upon me like this? I will stab myself
with the carving-knife to-morrow, after dinner, if this keeps on!"

Mollie paced up and down like a bedlamite, sobbing and scolding to
herself, and quite broken down with one day's imprisonment.

"I thought I could stand it--I thought I could defy him; I had no idea
being imprisoned was so awful. I wish I could die and make an end of it!
I'd starve myself to death, only I get so dreadful hungry, and I daren't
cut my throat, because the sight of blood makes me sick, and I know it
must hurt. Oh, Mollie Dane, you miserable little wretch! I wish you had
never been born!"

Another dreary interval, and then for the third time came Sarah bearing
a tray.

"Your supper, miss." said Sarah, going through the formula. "I hope you
liked your dinner."

"Oh, take it away!" cried Millie, twisting her fingers. "I don't want
any supper--I'm going crazy, I think! Oh, what a hard, flinty, unfeeling
heart you must have, you wicked young woman!"

Sarah looked at her compassionately.

"It is hard, I know. But why didn't you do as master wished you, and get
away?"

"Marry him! How dare you? I wish I could poison him! I'd do that with
the greatest pleasure."