Or, perchance, all three of these powers drove her on,--love for the man if it still lingered, the desire to be avenged upon him, and the desire to snatch his prey from out his maw.

At least she had set the game, and she would play it out to its end, however awful that might be.
The sun sank, the darkness closed about her, and she wondered whether ever again she would see the dawn.

Her brave heart quailed a little, and she gripped the dagger hilt beneath her splendid, borrowed robe, thinking to herself that perhaps it might be wisest to drive it into her own breast, and not wait until a balked madman did that office for her.
Yet not so, for it is always time to die when one must.
A knock came at the door, and her courage, which had sunk so low, burned up again within her.

Oh! she would teach this Spaniard that the Englishwoman, whom he had made believe was his desired mistress, could be his master.

At any rate, he should hear the truth before the end.
She unlocked the door, and Inez entered bearing a lamp, by the light of which she scanned her with her quiet eyes.
"The bridegroom is ready," she said slowly that Betty might understand, "and sends me to lead you to him.