And how little knowledge of human nature you have, after all, if you don't understand that a man suddenly out of his head with jealousy will do things of which he'd be incapable when he was sane." The argument silenced me.

I knew--I had known for a long time--that jealousy could rouse a demon in Raoul.

And only to-night he had reminded me that he was a "jealous brute." I remembered what answer he had made when I asked him what he would do if I deceived him.

He said that he would kill me, and kill himself after.

As he spoke, the blood had streamed up to his forehead, and streamed back again, leaving him pale.
A flash like steel had shot out of his eyes--the dear eyes that are not cold.