“Woman, woman, as you have dealt with us, so will the God of heaven deal with you on your death-bed!”
The next instant Catharine Lacy passed through the door, as one flees from an impending death-blow.
Madame De Marke looked after her with a wild, fierce look; then she snatched up her crucifix and kissed it.
“A heretic, a heretic—why should I mind the words of a heretic? What right has she to call on God?”
But her grim features worked with fear long after she ceased speaking, and she repeatedly kissed the crucifix in her hand, as if striving to bribe protection from it.
CHAPTER XXI.
DIAMOND CUT DIAMOND.
Scarcely half an hour had elapsed, when there was another knock at the door, and Jane Kelly, the hospital nurse, presented herself.
“Oh, you have come at last!” exclaimed the old woman. “What news this time?”
“I have come for the other ear-ring; it’s all right this time!”
“Dead?”