Ay, shudder and shake, thou lovely monster of
cruelty. Shake and grieve with remorse and fear. You may well do so. My
living form shall trouble you no more, but dead and dying I will be with
you till the last trump sounds on the fearful day of judgment."
Agatha did not answer him. She felt assured that he was mad, and she
only pitied him. She had now too reason to hope that she and her father,
and their whole household, would be relieved from their horrible
position, and she no longer felt anything like anger against the
unfortunate wretch whom uncontrolled passions had absolutely maddened.
Arthur, in his anxiety to see what was going forward, was about to leave
the room, but Agatha laid her hand upon his arm to detain him, merely
looking towards Denot as she did so.
"And do you think," said Denot, "that puny boy could really stop my way,
if I chose to put out my right hand against him. Boy, I despise and
disregard you! would before I die that it might be allowed me to measure
arms with any man, who would dare to say that he would advocate your
cause!"
"Beware the switch, traitor--beware the switch!" repeated the Chevalier.
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