"You know well, as I have seen again and again by your looks, that I do not hate you——"
"Would you have me love the murderer of my sister?"
"Silence, slave!"
"I fear not your menaces," retorted the brave girl; "you must have seen that. The triumph is yours now—mine is to come."
"When?"
"Hereafter. Murder is against your creed as it is against mine. Do your worst."
Jack listened.
Osmond seized the girl by the wrist.
But she twisted himself free from his clutch without any particular effort.
Thereupon the Turk, with a growl of rage, drew his sword, and would have cut her down.