But I did not tell my horrid dream.
Stella's face grew white as the flowers on her breast, but that of her father became very stern.
"You should have spoken of this before, Allan," he said.

"I now see that I did wrong to attempt to civilize this wicked and revengeful creature, who, if she is human, has all the evil passions of the brutes that reared her.

Well, I will make an end of it this very day." "Oh, father," said Stella, "don't have her killed.

It is all dreadful enough, but that would be more dreadful still.

I have been very fond of her, and, bad as she is, she has loved me.