Put down that dagger; at least let me not die without confession.

If it be the ten thousand crowns exasperating you, I make you a present of them; tear up in my presence the acknowledgment of the debt, and I will never speak to you of it again." "Mary, Mary Van de Werve!" howled Simon Turchi, with biting sarcasm.
"I will renounce her hand and leave for Italy, and never again will I see a country so fatal to me, to her, to all that I love." "It is too late--too late.

You must die!" "No, no, Simon; in pity to yourself do not imbue your hands in my innocent blood.

God sees us; your conscience will torture you; never again will there be peace for you on earth, and your poor soul will be miserable for all eternity.

No, Simon, do not kill me." Then came a frightful cry, as though he were crushed, and Julio heard a sound which seemed like that of a dagger against metal.
This blow, however--if it were a blow--was not mortal, for Geronimo raised his voice with the strength of despair, and cried out: "Help! help! Simon, let me live! Mercy! mercy!" Then a mournful groan escaped his lips, while, as his voice died away, h prayed: "My God, my God, forgive him! I am dying." On hearing the conclusion of this horrible tragedy, Julio retired to the foot of the staircase.