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Daviess, Maria Thompson, 1872-1924

"The Melting of Molly"

I
never felt anything worse in all my life than the shame that swept over
me in a great hot wave when that look came into his eyes and made me
realize just exactly what I had been saying to him, about what, and how
I had said it. I stood perfectly still, shook all over like a leaf, and
wondered if I would ever be able to raise my eyes from the ground. A
dizzy nauseated feeling for myself rose up in me against myself and I
was just about to turn on my heels and leave him, I hoped for ever, when
he came over and laid his hand on my shoulder.
"Molly," he said in a voice that might have come down from heaven on
dove wings, "you can't for a moment feel or think that I don't realize
and appreciate what you have been to the motherless little chap, and for
life I am yours at command, as he is. I really thought it would be a
relief to you to have him taken away from you for just a little while
right now, and I still think it is best; but not unless you consent. You
shall have him back whenever you are ready for him, and at all times
both he and I are at your service to the whole of our kingdoms. Just
think the matter over, won't you, and decide what you want me to do?"
Something in me died for ever, I think, when he spoke to me like that.


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