I hated him; but I did not murder him.

I swore to take his life or lose my own; but not thus--not thus.

Great God! to see him lying there, and feel it might have been my hand.

Men, men! would ye quench hatred, behold its object stricken before you by a dastard blow like this, and ye will feel its enormity and horror.

I did not slay him; I would give my life to the murderer's dagger to call him back, and ask his forgiveness for the thoughts of blood I entertained against him; but I touched him not--my sword is stainless." "Thou liest, false traitor!" exclaimed Don Felix, fiercely, and he held up the hilt and about four inches of a sword, the remainder of which was still in the body.