"Heigh, ho! I am on the track now, and nothing can save her! Oh, but I'll
be sweetly revenged! I'll teach the proud minx to insult a Durant! Won't
she be humbled, though! ha! ha! ha! How she will struggle and beg for
mercy! But will I pity her? Yes, 'as the wolf the lamb!' Oh, if I but
possessed her now!"
And again:
"Proud as ever! Never mind, I'll bring her down! I'll wreathe that lofty
brow with shame! I'll strike her through her lover! To save _him_ at the
stake she'll yield! I'll revel in her charms, and then--then what? Ha! ha!
As a reward for her condescensions, _I'll burn him alive_! Ha! ha! Fool,
she'll be to think I'd let a _rival_ live, when _her_ heart was
_his_!" * * *
"How pale she is! the charm works! she'll bend to my will at last. * * Not
yet? Look at his agony, have you the heart to see him suffer so? Ah, how
dearly you must love him, to stand by and see him burn to ashes when a word
from your lips would rescue him from the flames!" * * * * * * * *
"Let me see, I'll not suffer him to die so soon; perhaps a little
reflection will induce him to persuade her to yield. At all events I'll try
the experiment. Ho! Ramsey, cut him loose; we'll adjourn the fun to another
day."
Having thus given a few snatches of the revelations made by the villain in
his delirium, enough to show what were his intentions toward his prisoners,
and the utter blackness of his heart, we will depict another phase of his
madness, in which he imagines the swift feet of retribution to be on his
track, while the future was uncurtained to his distempered gaze.
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