The white foam collected about his mouth--while his hands, though still retaining their gripe upon hers, trembled almost as much as her own.

He spoke in broken and bitter words.
"And may God curse you for it! You have dared much, Lucy Munro, this hour.

You have bearded a worse fury than the tiger thirsting after blood.

What madness prompts you to this folly?
You have heard me avow my utter, uncontrollable hatred of this man--my determination, if possible, to destroy him, and yet you interpose.

You dare to save him in my defiance.