Now do you still wish that I should accompany you to Spain, or will you let me go ?" "I cannot," he answered hoarsely; "it is too late." "So be it, I will accompany you to Spain, I and Betty Dene, and the vengeance of Almighty God that hovers over you.

Of this at least be sure--I hate you, I despise you, but I fear you not at all.

Go." Then d'Aguilar stumbled from that cabin, and the two women heard the door bolted behind him..