I have your pledge, therefore--have I not ?" "You have," was the reply, while the manner of Rivers was tinctured with something like curiosity.
"That is kind--that is as you ought to be.

Hear me now, then," and her voice sunk into a whisper, as if she feared the utterance of her own words; "take your knife, Guy--pause not, do it quickly, lest I fear and tremble--strike it deep into the bosom of the poor Ellen, and lay her beside the cold parent, whose counsels she despised, and all of whose predictions are now come true.

Strike--strike quickly, Guy Rivers; I have your promise--you can not recede; if you have honor, if you have truth, you must do as I ask.

Give me death--give me peace." "Foolish girl, would you trifle with me--would you have me spurn and hate you?
Beware!" The outlaw well knew the yielding and sensitive material out of which his victim had been made.

His stern rebuke was well calculated to effect in her bosom that revulsion of feeling which he knew would follow any threat of a withdrawal, even of the lingering and frail fibres of that affection, few and feeble as they were, which he might have once persuaded her to believe had bound him to her.