No! I will not make room for you in my grave.

I will not again call you Geraldine.

You are Jane Douglas, and I hate you, and I hurl my curse upon your criminal head! I tell you--" He suddenly paused, and a slight convulsion ran through his whole frame.
Jane Douglas uttered a piercing scream, and sprang from her knees.
Day had broken; and from the prison-tower sounded the dismal, plaintive stroke of the death-bell.
"Do you hear, Jane Douglas ?" said Surrey.

"That bell summons me to death.

You it is that has poisoned my last hour.