"Let me live! let me live!--that--that--" "That--what ?" "I may pardon thee! Yes, thou hast nothing to fear from me.

I swear it!" "Swear! But by whom and what, old man?
I cannot believe thee, if thou believest not in any God! Ha, ha! behold the result of thy lessons." Another moment and those murderous fingers would have strangled their prey.

But between the assassin and his victim rose a form that seemed almost to both a visitor from the world that both denied,--stately with majestic strength, glorious with awful beauty.
The ruffian recoiled, looked, trembled, and then turned and fled from the chamber.

The old man fell again to the ground insensible..