He seized her by the wrists and dragged her across the floor to me.
"Look at him!" he yelled. "Look into his face. Will you marry me if I let him go free?"
"No!" answered Jacqueline.
"I swear to you that he shall be thrown from the top of the cataract unless you give your consent within five minutes."
"Never!" she answered firmly.
"I will denounce your father!"
"You can't frighten me with such stuff. I am not a weak old man!"
"You will think differently after Charles Duchaine has been hanged in Quebec jail," he sneered.
His words received a wholly unexpected answer. The dotard leaped forward, stooped down, and picked up the heavy roulette-wheel.
He raised it aloft and staggered wildly toward Leroux.