All else, by God, is cruel as the grave!" His voice had sunk to a hoarse whisper.

She had not sought to remove his hand, nor struggled in the least; and once it seemed as if this new development of his character, this animal fierceness, would conquer her: she admired courage.

It was not so.

He trembled with weakness before he had finished.

He stopped too soon; he lost.
"You will find such parts exhausting to play," she murmured, as he let her arm fall.