He did not, however, attempt to fly, but he stood still on the spot where he got up, and after wiping his hot brow with his handkerchief, he said slowly and mournfully--"Agatha Larochejaquelin, you now see to what your conduct has reduced me; and with my last breath I tell you that I owe my disgrace, my misery, and my death--ay, and the loss of my eternal soul, to you, and to you only.

Ay, shudder and shake, thou lovely monster of cruelty.

Shake and grieve with remorse and fear.

You may well do so.

My living form shall trouble you no more, but dead and dying I will be with you till the last trump sounds on the fearful day of judgment." Agatha did not answer him.