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they were so original--so much character about them. And, pray, who is
the man?'
'Your old adorer, and my dear friend, John Hammond.'
Lesbia turned as pale as death--pale with rage and mortification. It was
not jealousy, this pang which rent her shallow soul. She had ceased to
care for John Hammond. The whirlpool of society had spun that first
fancy out of her giddy brain. But that a man who had loved the highest,
who had worshipped her, the peerless, the beautiful, should calmly
transfer his affections to her younger sister, was to the last degree
exasperating.
'Your friend Mr. Hammond must be a fickle fool,' she exclaimed, 'who
does not know his own mind from day to day.'
'Oh, but it was more than a day after you rejected him that he engaged
himself to Molly. It was all my doing, and I am proud of my work. I took
the poor fellow back to Fellside last March, bruised and broken by your
cruel treatment, heartsore and depressed. I gave him over to Molly, and
Molly cured him. Unconsciously, innocently, she won that noble heart.


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