I do not fear death.

You have it not in your power to make me fear you or anything you can do.

You may kill me, but I thank God it requires my consent for my marriage to Stanley, and I swear before God that never shall be given." The girl's terrible will and calm determination staggered Sir George, and by its force beat down even his strong will.

The infuriated old man wavered a moment and said:-- "Fool, I seek only your happiness in this marriage.

Only your happiness.
Why will you not consent to it ?" I thought the battle was over, and that Dorothy was the victor.