“You swear, so help you God, to obey my last words?”
“Yes, dear,” cried the woman, with her eyes lighting up, and a look of exultation in every feature; “I’ll swear to obey you.”
“Then you will measure out to Norman Gartram, and pay back to him all he has paid to me.”
“Isaac!”
“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, as it says in the Holy Book.”
“Husband!”
“You have sworn to do it, woman, and there is no drawing back. As he murdered me, so you shall cut short his cursed life.”
“Isaac, I cannot.”
“Woman, you have sworn to the dying; you are the instrument, the chosen vessel to execute God’s wrath upon this man. For he shall not live to do more wrong to the suffering people he has been grinding under his heel.”
“No, no: I could not do this thing, Isaac, it is too terrible.”