I paced up and down restlessly, with this lurid light of fearful revenge pouring in on every nook and cranny of my darkened mind.

From whence had come this daring scheme?
What devil, or rather what angel of retribution, had whispered it to my soul?
Dimly I wondered--but amid all my wonder I began practically to arrange the details of my plot.

I calculated every small circumstance that was likely to occur in the process of carrying it out.

My stupefied senses became aroused from the lethargy of despair, and stood up like soldiers on the alert armed to the teeth.

Past love, pity, pardon, patience--pooh! what were all these resources of the world's weakness to ME?
What was it to me that the bleeding Christ forgave His enemies in death?
He never loved a woman! Strength and resolution returned to me.