Here--here--here," and she pointed
downwards, with singular energy of action, to the corpse
of her husband, "here shall their blood flow till every
vestige of his own is washed away; and oh, if there be
spared one branch of thy detested family, may it only be
that they may be reserved for some death too horrible to
be conceived!"
Overcome by the frantic energy with which she had uttered
these appalling words, she sank backwards, and fell,
uttering another shriek, into the arms of the warrior of
the Fleur de lis.
"Hear you this, Colonel de Haldimar?" shouted the latter
in a fierce and powerful voice, and in the purest English
accent; "hear you the curse and prophecy of this
heart-broken woman? You have slain her husband, but she
has found another. Ay, she shall be my bride, if only
for her detestation of yourself. When next you see us
here," he thundered, "tremble for your race. Ha, ha, ha!
no doubt this is another victim of your cold and calculating
guile; but it shall be the last. By Heaven, my very
heart leaps upward in anticipation of thy coming hour.
Woman, thy hatred to this man has made me love thee; yes,
thou shall be my bride, and with my plans of vengeance
will I woo thee.
Pages:
229
230
231
232
233
234
235
236
237
238
239
240
241
242
243
244
245
246
247
248
249
250
251
252
253