Her betrayers stood at the entrance, and catching her in their arms, brought her back to their lord.

But it was an insensible form they now laid before him; overcome with horror her senses had fled.

Short was this suspension from misery; water was thrown on her face, and she awoke to recollection, lying on the bosom of her enemy.

Again she struggled, again her cries echoed from side to side of the cavern.

"Peace!" cried the monster; "you cannot escape; you are now mine forever! Twice you refused to be my wife; you dared to despise my love and my power; now you shall feel my hatred and my revenge!" "Kill me!" cried the distracted Helen; "kill me and I will bless you!" "That would be a poor vengeance," cried he; "you must be humbled, proud minion, you must learn to fawn on me for a smile; to woo, as my slave, for one of those caresses you spurned to receive as my wife." As he spoke, he strained her to his breast, with the contending expressions of passion and revenge glaring in his eyes.