The villain who has wrecked my life does not know me, and I will only reveal myself upon the day that I hold him helpless in my hand." "Take care, Andre," urged De Breulh; "a false step would ruin your hopes for ever." "I will make none; as soon as I have this man's name, I will insult him; there will be a duel, and I shall kill him--or he me." "A duel will be the height of madness, and would ruin all your hopes of marriage with Sabine." "The only thing that holds me back is that I do not wish that there should be a corpse between Sabine and myself.

Blood on a bridal dress, they say, brings misery; and if this man is what I suspect him to be, I should be doing him too much honor if I crossed swords with him.

No, I must have a deeper vengeance than this, for I can never forget that he nearly caused Sabine's death." He paused for a few seconds, and once again broke the silence which reigned in the room.
"To abuse the power that he must possess shows what a miserable wretch he must be; and men do not attain such a height of infamy by a single bound.

The course of his life must be full of similar crimes, growing deeper and deadlier as he moves on.

I will make it my business to unmask him and to hold him up to the scorn and contempt of his fellow-men." "Yes; that is the plan to pursue." "And we will do so, sir.