"At the worst he can but kill me.

But at least you shall not be sacrificed." "Sit here, Richard," she bade him.

"There is something you have not considered.

If you die, if Mr.Wilding kills you..." she paused.
He looked at her, and at the repetition of the fate that would probably await him if he persevered in the course he threatened, his purely emotional courage again began to fail him.

A look of fear crept gradually into his face to take the room of the resolution that had been stamped upon it but a moment since.
He swallowed hard.