You will understand this, when I tell you what it is.

In this letter," he added, picking up the paper he had thrown down, and unfolding it, "she accuses you of practising sorcery to enslave my affections.

She declares you have bewitched me; and that she has proof of the manner in which it was done, and of the sinful compact you have entered into for the purpose." "O William! this is false--utterly false!" exclaimed the Countess, in despair.
"I know it," he rejoined.

"You have no need to practise other enchantments with me than those you possess by nature.

But what I tell you will show you the extent of their malice, and steel your heart, as it hath already steeled mine, against them." "But this accusation is too monstrous.