She spoke of generosity, of mercy; he listened as if touched and wavering, until she named the Suliots.

Then, filled with fury, he seized a pistol and fired at her.

She was not hurt, but fell to the ground overcome with terror, and her women hastily intervened and carried her away.

For the first time in his life, perhaps, Ali shuddered before the dread of a murder.
It was his wife, the mother of his children, whom he saw lying at his feet, and the recollection afflicted and tormented him.

He rose in the night and went to Emineh's apartment; he knocked and called, but being refused admittance, in his anger he broke open the door.