What hast thou done to me?
Thou hast taken away from me, who am the scoff of this world, the hopes of another! Is there no other life?
Well, then, I want thy gold, that at least I may hasten to make the best of this!" "Monster! Curses light on thy ingratitude, thy--" "And who hears thy curses?
Thou knowest there is no God! Mark me; I have prepared all to fly.

See,--I have my passport; my horses wait without; relays are ordered.

I have thy gold." (And the wretch, as he spoke, continued coldly to load his person with the rouleaus).

"And now, if I spare thy life, how shall I be sure that thou wilt not inform against mine ?" He advanced with a gloomy scowl and a menacing gesture as he spoke.
The old man's anger changed to fear.

He cowered before the savage.