The thought that you were to be married to another man to-morrow drove me mad, and I dared all to take you from his arms, even though you should never come to mine.

Did I not swear to you," he said with an attempt at his old gallantry, "that your image should accompany me to Spain, whither we are sailing now ?" And as he spoke the words the ship lurched a little in the wind.
Margaret made no answer, only toyed with the dagger blade, and watched him with eyes that glittered more coldly than its steel.
"Kill me, if you will, and have done," he went on in a voice that was desperate with love and shame.

"So shall I be rid of all this torment." Then Margaret seemed to awake, for she spoke to him in a new voice--a measured, frozen voice.

"No," she answered, "I will not stain my hands even with your blood, for why should I rob God of His own vengeance?
If you attempt to touch me, or even to separate me from this poor woman whom you have fooled, then I will kill--not you, but myself, and I swear to you that my ghost shall accompany you to Spain, and from Spain down to the hell that awaits you.

Listen, Carlos d'Aguilar, Marquis of Morella, this I know about you, that you believe in God and hear His anger.