“Cursed be the hour when that man was born!” he said in an awful whisper.
Then Mona’s despair came upon her like a torrent and she wept long. In the bitterness of her heart she cried,—
“Cursed indeed, cursed for ever! Dan, Dan, you must kill him—you must kill that man…”
Then Dan said in a heartrending voice,—
“Mona, he did not mean to kill Ewan—they fought—it was all in the heat of blood.”
Once more he tried to avoid her gaze, and once more, pale and immovable, she watched his face.
“Who is he?” she asked, with an awful calmness.
“Mona, turn your face away from me, and I will tell you,” he said.
Then everything swam about her, and her pale lips grew ashy.
“Don’t you know?” he asked in a whisper.