Once more, is that your last word ?" "It is." "Very good.

Then I tell you that you shall marry me or----" "Or what ?" "Or your uncle, the old man you love so much, shall _die!_" "What do you mean ?" she said in a choked voice.
"What I say; no more and no less.

Do you think that I will let one old man's life stand between me and my desire?
Never.

If you will not marry me, Silas Croft shall be put upon his trial for attempted murder and for treason within an hour from this.

Within an hour and a half he shall be condemned to die, and to-morrow at dawn he shall be shot, by warrant under my hand.