It had been so swift and fierce a contest that I staggered half-dazed to my feet, peering about me as if expecting another attack.

I was steadied somewhat by the sound of a low sob from the darkness.
"'T is well over with, Toinette," I murmured hastily, my voice trembling from the strain that still shook me.
"Oh, John! John Wayland! And you are truly unhurt of the struggle ?" It was scarcely her voice speaking, so agitated was it.

"Have you killed him ?" "Yes," I answered, finding my way cautiously toward her, and speaking in whispers.

"I had no other choice.

It was either his life or yours and mine.