Shocked and scandalized, the rector interposed: "My good woman, don't--for pity's sake, don't say such horrible things!" But she never heeded him.
"I hate you!" she said, with a last effort.

"I die hating you, and I curse you with a dying woman's curse! May your life be a life of torment and misery and remorse! May your son's life be blighted and ruined! May he become an outcast among men! May sin and shame follow him forever, and all of his abhorred race!" Her voice died away.

She glared helplessly up from the pillow.

A deep, stern, terrible "Amen!" came from her daughter's lips; then, with a spasm, she half leaped from the bed, and fell back with a gurgling cry--dead! "She is gone!" said the rector, with a shudder.

"Heaven have mercy on her sinful soul!" The baronet staggered back from the bed.
"I never saw a more horrible sight!" continued the Reverend Cyrus.