The scorn of her voice, in a sort of baleful hiss, sounded--and felt--like the lash of a whip.
"And you dared! you--a savage--a slave--the basest thing in the world of vermin! Take care! I don't value your worthless life more than I do that of a rat or a spider.

Don't let me ever see your hideous face here again, or I shall rid the earth of you." As she was speaking, she had taken out her revolver and was pointing it at him.

In the immediate presence of death his impudence forsook him, and he made a weak effort to justify himself.

His speech was short, consisting of single words.

To Lady Arabella it sounded mere gibberish, but it was in his own dialect, and meant love, marriage, wife.