'Spite of all your aid to-night, he will not remember you to-morrow--he has no thought of you--his hope is built upon--he is wedded to another.
"Hear me, then! your life is in my hands, and at my mercy.

There are none present who could interfere and arrest the blow.

My dagger is even now upon your bosom--do you not feel it?
At a word--a single suggestion of my thought--it performs its office, and for this night's defeat I am half revenged.

You may arrest my arm--you may procure your release--even more--you may escape from the bondage of that union with me for which your uncle stands pledged, if you please." "Speak--say--how!" was the eager exclamation of the maiden when this last suggestion met her ears.
"Put me on the scent--say on what route have you sent this boy, that I may realize the revenge I so often dream of." "Never, never, as I hope to live.

I would rather you should strike me dead on the spot." "Why, so I will," he exclaimed furiously, and his arm rose and the weapon descended, but he arrested the stroke as it approached her.
"No! not yet.