Your whole family will fall into her hands." Manasseh shuddered with horror, and drew a deep breath.

His head was no longer proudly erect, his self-confidence was gone.

"God's will be done!" he murmured.
"So I've found your tender spot, have I ?" cried the other, with an exultant laugh.

"Just think what is in store for your wife (but what am I saying?
She is not your wife)--your mistress." At this insult to his adored Blanka, Manasseh's wrath blazed up and mastered him.

He spit his burning cigar stump into the speaker's face.
It was the utmost he could do.