Poor Molly! Poor little girl! I believe in my heart that our mad marriage killed her.

Without me constantly with her, the fear of her mother, perhaps the doubt of me, the burden of the whole disastrous secret was too much.

And it was my fault, Willits--all my fault!" He turned to the window to hide his working face.

"Do you wonder," he added softly, "that her poor little wraith comes back to trouble me ?" "Come, come, no need to be morbid! You made a mistake, but you have paid.

As for the doubt which troubles you--it is but the figment of a tired brain.