She was alone with a ruffian, irresponsible and reckless, and she had many fears.
"Will you not speak ?" he cried--"then you must hear.

Disclose the fact, Lucy--say, what is the road, or what the course you have directed for this youth's escape, or--mark me! I have you in my power--my fullest power--with nothing to restrain my passion or my power, and--" She struggled desperately to release herself from his grasp, but he renewed it with all his sinewy strength, enforcing, with a vicelike gripe, the consciousness, in her mind, of the futility of all her physical efforts.
"Do you not hear!" he said.

"Do you comprehend me." "Do your worst!" she cried.

"Kill me! I defy your power and your malice!" "Ha! but do you defy my passions.

Hark ye, if ye fear not death, there is something worse than death to so romantic a damsel, which shall teach ye fear.