The other swallowed his rage at the indignity and wiped the ashes from his face, which presently broke into a smile--a hideous smile.
"Very good, Manasseh! One more score to charge up against you.

I don't attempt to even the account on your unfeeling body, but on your soul, which I know how to torture.

For this last insult, as well as for a hundred former injuries, I shall wreak ample revenge on Blanka Zboroy, before your own turn comes." "Do not count too confidently on that," rejoined Manasseh.

"The moment your ruffian crew break into our house, two women will put their pistols to each other's hearts, and your men will find only a couple of dead bodies." "Ha, ha! To deprive you of even this last consolation, I beg to assure you that the two women will not lay a finger on their pistols, because Zenobia is to gain entrance to them before the men appear.

She will come to them in the guise of a friend and deliverer, promising to rescue them for Jonathan's sake.