I will meet thee, but it must be at the bar of thy Maker.

There shall I bear witness against thee." Perceiving that Carwin did not obey, he continued; "Dost thou wish me to complete the catalogue by thy death?
Thy life is a worthless thing.
Tempt me no more.

I am but a man, and thy presence may awaken a fury which may spurn my controul.

Begone!" Carwin, irresolute, striving in vain for utterance, his complexion pallid as death, his knees beating one against another, slowly obeyed the mandate and withdrew..