Do therefore as your conscience teaches you, if you have the means." "I have the means, Ralph.

Hidden about me is a little knife which I have carried since I was a child; and if that fails me there are other ways." "Time is done," said Swart Piet, replacing the watch in his pocket.
"Farewell, sweet," whispered Ralph.
"Farewell, husband," she answered bravely, "until we meet again, whether it be here on earth or above in Heaven; farewell until we meet again," and she flung her arms about his neck and kissed him.
For a moment Ralph clung to her muttering some blessing above her bowed head; then he unloosed her clasping arms, letting her fall gently upon the ground and saying: "Lie thus, shutting your ears and hiding your eyes till all is done.

Afterwards you must act as seems best to you.
Escape to your father if you can, if not--tell me, do you understand ?" "I understand," she murmured, and hid her face in a tuft of thick grass, placing her hands upon her ears.
Ralph bowed his head for an instant in prayer.

Then he lifted it and there was no fear upon his face.
"Come on, murderer," he said, addressing Swart Piet, "and do your butcher's work.

Why do you delay?
You cannot often find the joy of slaughtering a defenceless man in the presence of his new-made wife.
Come on then and win the everlasting curse of God." Now Swart Piet glanced at him out of the corners of his round eyes; then he ordered one of the Kaffirs to go up to him and shoot him.
The man went up and lifted his gun, but presently he put it down again and walked away, saying that he could not do this deed.