He might have strangled her with those great hands of his.

She would not have uttered a cry, and no one would be the wiser, for Tragara is a lonely place, by day and night.
"She is here, you say ?" Beatrice asked again.

"Where is she?
Ruggiero, what is the matter?
Have you done her any harm?
Have you hurt her?
Have you killed her ?" "Not yet---" "Not yet!" Beatrice cried, in a low horror-struck tone.

She had heard his sharp, agonised breathing as he reeled unsteadily against the rock behind him.

She was a rarely courageous girl.