He taunted me with that vile thing Nature will not let women bear, and did it in my Gerald's name, calling on him.

And then I struck with my whip, knowing nothing, not seeing, only striking, like a goaded dying thing.

He fell--he fell and lay there--and all was done!" "But not with murderous thought--only through frenzy and a cruel chance--a cruel, cruel chance.

And of your own will blood is not upon your hand," Anne panted, and sank back upon her pillow.
"With deepest oaths I swear," Clorinda said, and she spoke through her clenched teeth, "if I had not loved, if Gerald had not been my soul's life and I his, I would have stood upright and laughed in his face at the devil's threats.

Should I have feared?
You know me.