Moreover, I was taken, and transported.
"What think you, Justin, gave me courage to endure the rigors of the plantations, cunning and energy to escape after five such years of it as had assuredly killed a stronger man less strong of purpose?
What but the task that was awaiting me?
It imported that I should live and be free to call a reckoning in full with my Lord Ostermore before I go to my own account.
"Opportunity has gone lame upon this journey.

But it has arrived at last.

Unless--" He paused, his voice sank from the high note of exaltation to which it had soared; it became charged with dread, as did the fierce eyes with which he raked his companion's face.

"Unless you prove false to the duty that awaits you.

And that I'll not believe! You are your mother's son, Justin." "And my father's, too," answered Justin in a thick voice; "and the Earl of Ostermore is that same father." "The more sweetly shall your mother be avenged," cried the other, and again his eyes blazed with that unhealthy, fanatical light.