"The insult of it after what has passed! Let me go, sir; open that door, and let me go." He stood regarding her a moment, with lowering brows.

Then he turned, and went slowly to the door.

"He dies, remember!" said he, and the words, the sinister tone and the sinister look that was stamped upon his face, shattered her spirit as at a blow.
"No, no!" she faltered, and advanced a step or two.

"Oh, have pity!" "When you show me pity," he answered.
She was beaten.

"You--you swear to let him go--to see him safely out of England--if--if I consent ?" His eyes blazed.