But she was no more her natural self.

She had taken up the note and read it during my entreaties, and my words fell on deaf ears.

'Why, these words have killed me,' she cried crumpling the note in her hand.

'What will a little poison do?
It can only finish what he has begun.' "Poison! I remembered how I had heard her pushing about bottles in the medicine cabinet, and felt my legs grow weak and my head swim.

'You will not!' I cried, watching her hand, in terror of seeing it rise to her breast.