You may arrest my arm--you may procure your release--even
more--you may escape from the bondage of that union with me for which
your uncle stands pledged, if you please."
"Speak--say--how!" was the eager exclamation of the maiden when this
last suggestion met her ears.
"Put me on the scent--say on what route have you sent this boy, that I
may realize the revenge I so often dream of."
"Never, never, as I hope to live. I would rather you should strike me
dead on the spot."
"Why, so I will," he exclaimed furiously, and his arm rose and the
weapon descended, but he arrested the stroke as it approached her.
"No! not yet. There will be time enough for this, and you will perhaps
be more ready and resigned when I have got rid of this youth in whom you
are so much interested. I need not disguise my purpose to you--you must
have known it, when conspiring for its defeat; and now, Lucy, be
assured, I shall not slumber in pursuit of him. I may be delayed, my
revenge may be protracted, but I shall close with him at last.
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