No--no, it was neither a spirit nor a man, she knew now what it was; it was the very type and incarnation of the Spanish Wolf.
Once more she seemed to faint, while in her ears there rang the cry--"The Hollander! Outstayed! Outstayed! Conquered is the accursed Spaniard!" Then Lysbeth knew that it was over, and again the faintness overpowered her..