Horror-struck, the
affrighted woman would have called out for assistance, but, seizing her
by the wrist, he sternly stayed her speech and action.
"Not for your life, Ellen--not for your life! It is all useless. I first
carefully felt for the beatings of my heart, and then struck where they
were strongest. The stream flows now which will soon cease to flow, and
but one thing can stop it."
"Oh, what is that, Guy?--let me--"
"Death--which is at hand! Now, Ellen, do you forgive me? I ask no
forgiveness from others."
"From my heart I do, believe me."
"It is well. I am weak. Let me place my head upon your bosom. It is some
time, Ellen, since it has been there. How wildly does it struggle! Pray,
Ellen, that it beat not long. It has a sad office! Now--lips--give me
your lips, Ellen. You have forgiven me--all--everything?"
"All, all!"
"It grows dark--but I care not. Yet, throw open the window--I will not
rest--I will pursue! He shall not escape me!--Edith--Edith!" He was
silent, and sunk away from her embrace upon the floor.
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