You never hurt any one, I know.

You never hurt Vanne Castine--" Her fingers twitched in her lap, and then clasped very tight, as she went on: "You never hurt him, and yet he's tried to kill you in the most awful way.

Perhaps you'll die now--perhaps you'll die to-night--but no, no, you shall not!" she cried in sudden fright and eagerness, as she got up and leaned over him.

"You shall not die; you shall live--for a while--oh! yes, for a while yet," she added, with a pitiful yearning in her voice; "just for a little while--till you love me, and tell me so! Oh, how could that devil try to kill you!" She suddenly drew herself up.
"I'll kill him and his bear too--now, now, while you lie there sleeping.
And when you wake I'll tell you what I've done, and you'll--you'll love me then, and tell me so, perhaps.

Yes, yes, I'll--" She said no more, for her brother entered with the brandy.
"Put it there," she said, pointing to the table.