You say you are immovable.

So am I; nor will I further delay my purpose." Amabel, who had watched him uneasily during this speech, retreated a step, and taking a small dagger from a handkerchief in which she kept it concealed, placed its point against her breast.
"I well know whom I have to deal with, my lord," she said, "and am, therefore, provided against the last extremity.

Attempt to touch me, and I plunge this dagger into my heart." "Your sense of religion will not allow you to commit so desperate a deed," replied the earl, derisively.
"My blood be upon your head, my lord," she rejoined; "for it is your hand that strikes the blow, and not my own.

My honour is dearer to me than life, and I will unhesitatingly sacrifice the one to preserve the other.

I have no fear but that the action, wrongful though it be, will be forgiven me." "Hold!" exclaimed the earl, seeing from her determined look and manner that she would unquestionably execute her purpose.