He parried her efforts for a while with something of forbearance; but ere long his original temper returned, and he exclaimed, with all the air of the demon:-- "Why will you tempt me, and why longer should I trifle?
You cannot have the picture--it belongs, or should belong, as well as its original, to me.

My concern is now with the robber from whom you obtained it.

Will you not say upon what route he went?
Will you not guide me--and, remember well--there are some terrors greater to your mind than any threat of death.

Declare, for the last time--what road he took." The maiden was still, and showed no sign of reply.

Her eye wandered--her spirit was in prayer.