“I will be passive merely. I will repel no one.”
“But you will remain?”
“Unsought by any one, I will not leave this place.”
“You swear?”
“No, Jacob Gray, I will not swear.”
“Well! I—I will take your word. You have made a wise decision.”
“Heaven knows I am helpless,” said Ada. “The decision is scarcely mine.”
She burst into tears, and wept bitterly. The name of Albert mingled with her sobs, for she felt now that she was separated from him for an indefinite period.
“Heaven help me,” she sobbed, “I am now desolate, indeed.”
“Hope,” cried Gray. “Hope, Ada. The time may come sooner than you think. The time for my revenge, but I must have more gold yet—much more gold; then, Ada, begins your triumph. You shall find yourself raised to a height you dream not of. Jacob Gray’s revenge shall be your fortune. You need not weep. You will cause tears of blood—yes, the blood of those who would have murdered me, but they dare not. Ha! Ha! They dared not; and Jacob Gray is still too cunning—far too cunning to fall their victim.”