But her words had made their mark.

In spite of Mollie's appealing dignity, any avenue of escape--even that--was beginning to took inviting.
"Suppose I went through the form of a ceremony with this man ?" mused Mollie.

"It wouldn't mean anything, you know, because I did it upon compulsion; and, immediately I got out, I should go straight and marry Sir Roger.

But I won't do it--of course, I won't! I'll be imprisoned forever before I yield!" But you know it has got to be a proverb, "When a woman hesitates, she is lost." Mollie had begun to hesitate, and Mollie was lost.
All that long night she never slept a wink.

She lay awake, tossing and tumbling on the bed, or pacing up and down the floor, in a sort of delirious fever.