I want no pay; I will beg his life for my recompense.

Pray father, pray that he may hear me, may grant me mercy, for I swear by all that is sacred, if Kolbielsky must die, I will kill his murderers.

And his murderers are--you and I!" "The carriage is at the door," said a servant, entering.
She sprang forward.

"I am coming.

Pray, father, pray for mercy upon my loved one's murderers!".