"I knew he would—I knew he would! I trusted him from the first Mollie, do you know why I sent for you in my dying hour?"
"To tell me who I am."
"Yes—you would like to know?"
"More than anything else in the wide world."
"And have you no idea—no suspicion?"
Mollie hesitated.
"I have sometimes thought," reddening painfully, "that I might be Mr. Walraven's daughter."
"Ah!" said Miriam, her eyes lighting; "and he thinks so, too!"
"Miriam!"
"Yes," said Miriam, exultingly, "he thinks so—he believes so, and so does his wife. But for all that, not one drop of his blood flows in your veins!"