You fight against that devil for love as long as you may; when the time comes, not all the angels in heaven shall save him!' I surveyed the weapon inquisitively.

A hideous notion struck me: how powerful I should be possessing such an instrument! I took it from his hand, and touched the blade.

He looked astonished at the expression my face assumed during a brief second: it was not horror, it was covetousness.

He snatched the pistol back, jealously; shut the knife, and returned it to its concealment.
'I don't care if you tell him,' said he.

'Put him on his guard, and watch for him.