The important secret remained locked in my breast, but I resolved to be avenged.

I swore I would bring your husband to the gallows,--would plunge you in such want, such distress, that you should have no alternative but the last frightful resource of misery,--and I also swore, that if you had a son he should share the same fate as his father." "And terribly you have kept your vow," replied Mrs.Sheppard.
"I have," replied Jonathan.

"But I am now coming to the point which most concerns you.

Consent to become my wife, and do not compel me to have recourse to violence to effect my purpose, and I will spare your son." Mrs.Sheppard looked fixedly at him, as if she would penetrate the gloomy depth of his soul.
"Swear that you will do this," she cried.
"I swear it," rejoined Jonathan, readily.
"But what is an oath to you!" cried the widow, distrustfully.

"You will not hesitate to break it, if it suits your purpose.