So I was for the time.

The pulses in my temples beat like sledge-hammers, and I believe I would have had a fit of some sort if the blood had not gushed from my nose and relieved me.
"'What do you think of Lucy Ferrier now ?' I cried, locking the door, and shaking the key in his face.

'Punishment has been slow in coming, but it has overtaken you at last.' I saw his coward lips tremble as I spoke.

He would have begged for his life, but he knew well that it was useless.
"'Would you murder me ?' he stammered.
"'There is no murder,' I answered.

'Who talks of murdering a mad dog?
What mercy had you upon my poor darling, when you dragged her from her slaughtered father, and bore her away to your accursed and shameless harem.' "'It was not I who killed her father,' he cried.
"'But it was you who broke her innocent heart,' I shrieked, thrusting the box before him.