"Be revenged; take my all, my life; cast me into the water at your feet, and, if human nature can repress a struggle, I will die, without stirring hand or foot.

Do it, Heyling, do it, but save my boy; he is so young, Heyling, so young to die!" '"Listen," said the stranger, grasping the old man fiercely by the wrist; "I will have life for life, and here is ONE.

MY child died, before his father's eyes, a far more agonising and painful death than that young slanderer of his sister's worth is meeting while I speak.

You laughed--laughed in your daughter's face, where death had already set his hand--at our sufferings, then.

What think you of them now! See there, see there!" 'As the stranger spoke, he pointed to the sea.