"No no, not so very much; not so much as when you put out the light of my life, when you murdered my wife; not so much as when you pierced my heart in betraying my cause.

See, it will not hurt so very much." He put the sharp blade against Rosenblatt's breast high up above the heart, and drove it slowly down through the soft flesh till he came to bone.

Like a mad thing, his unhappy victim threw himself wildly about in a furious struggle.

But he was like a babe in the hands that gripped him.
Kalmar laughed gleefully.

"Aha! Aha! Good! Good! You give me much joy.