The Black Roman is not satisfied with the leavings of such poor trash as you.

I hate you both equally and for both of you there is waiting an experience more terrible than even your elastic imagination can conjure.

You understand what that means!' he asked me still retaining his calm.
"I did not reply.

I dared not look at Grace, to whom he turned.
"'I believe you love your husband, my friend,' he said; 'your love will be put to a very severe test.

You shall see him the mere wreckage of the man he is.