"So your father used to say, who was a very different man both in body and mind from you! I tremble before you this evening, and at the curses you have uttered against the children of your lord and sovereign, your father's best friend." "But my enemy," shouted Paaker.

"You will get nothing from me but curses.

And the brood of Rameses shall learn whether your husband's son will let himself be ill-used and scorned without revenging him self.

I will fling them into an abyss, and I will laugh when I see them writhing in the sand at my feet!" "Fool!" cried Setchem, beside herself.

"I am but a woman, and have often blamed myself for being soft and weak; but as sure as I am faithful to your dead father--who you are no more like than a bramble is like a palm-tree--so surely will I tear my love for you out of my heart if you--if you--Now I see! now I know! Answer me-murderer! Where are the seven arrows with the wicked words which used to hang here?
Where are the arrows on which you had scrawled 'Death to Mena ?'" With these words Setchem breathlessly started forward, but the pioneer drew back as she confronted him, as in his youthful days when she threatened to punish him for some misdemeanor.