But promise me one thing." "I swear to do whatever you may desire," he replied.
"I know not, after what I have heard, whether you have courage for the deed," she continued.

"But I would have you kill this man." "I will do it," replied Disbrowe.
"Nothing but his blood can wipe out the wrong he has done me," she rejoined.

"Challenge him to a duel--a mortal duel.

If he survives, by my soul, I will give myself to him." "Margaret!" exclaimed Disbrowe.
"I swear it," she rejoined.

"And you know my passionate nature too well to doubt I will keep my word." "But you have the plague!" "What does that matter?
I may recover." "Not so," muttered Disbrowe.