"Stand out, deceitful and faithless slave," he said, addressing one of the girls; "you are accused of treason to the pasha, and you know your fate."
The girl addressed made no reply but by a bold, defiant glance.
"You are to die," said Osmond, watching the effect of his words as he spoke.
The girls did not move nor utter a word.
"You know now my power," he went on to say in a low tone. "You have one chance of life yet; would you know what that is?"
He waited for an answer.
He waited in vain.
The proud Circassian girls did not deign to notice him.
"You remember what I told your sister?" he said. "Reconsider what I said, and it may not yet be too late."
"We do not need to speak again," returned one of the girls. "What we have already said is our resolve."