He recoiled from her as from a visible demon.
"For God's sake, go! You bring a breath of hell into this prison.
Go--go! You have done your master's work.

Leave me!" "Not yet; you have heard but half the truth.

Oh, potent Prince of Kingsland, hear me out! You will be hanged tomorrow morning for murdering your wife! You didn't murder her, did you?
Who do you suppose did it ?" He rose to his feet, staggered back against the wall, his eyes starting from their sockets.
"Great God!" "Ah, you anticipate, I see.

Yes, my lord of Kingsland, I murdered your pretty little wife! Keep off! I have a pistol here, and I'll blow your brains out if you come one step nearer--if you utter a word! I don't want to cheat Jack Ketch, if I can.

And it is no use your crying for help--there is no one to hear, and these stone walls are thick.
Stand there, my rich, my noble, my princely brother, and listen to the truth." He stood, holding by the wall, paralyzed with horror.
"Yes, I murdered her!" Sybilla reiterated, with sneering triumph.
"Disguised in your clothes, using your dagger; and she died, believing it to be you.