What hinders me, at this very moment, from working my will upon thee?
Who will hear thy cry?
or, hearing, will approach thee?
These walls have heard too many sounds of human agony to bear thy voice to those who could have mercy.

Tempt me not by thy scorn too far.

What holds me from thee now ?" "What holds thee from me?
GOD!" replied the prisoner, in a tone of such, thrilling, such supernatural energy, that Garcia actually started as if some other voice than hers had spoken, and she saw him glance fearfully round.

"Thou darest not touch me! Ay, villain--blackest and basest as thou art--thou darest not do it.

The God thine acts, yet more than thy words blaspheme, withholds thee--and thou knowest it!" "I defy him!" were the awful words that answered her; and Don Luis sprang forwards.
"Back!" exclaimed the heroic girl.