“Then I am resolved,” said Ada, “to raise a voice of warning to that man, be he whom he may. If this is to be my last hour, Heaven receive me!”
“You shall die,” said Gray.
Ada sunk on her knees, and covering her face within her hands, she said,—
“Jacob Gray, if Heaven permits you to murder me, I will not shrink. May God forgive you the awful crime!”
Gray laughed a bitter, short laugh, as he said,—
“No, Ada, you may live. I do not intend to kill you. Possibly, too, I may spare him who keeps watch above for me. Be patient while I go and reconnoitre.”
“No, no,” cried Ada, “I cannot be patient here; you are going to murder.”
“Listen to me,” said Gray. “There is one more chance. After nightfall we will endeavour to leave the house. If we succeed in doing so unobstructed, all may be well; but if opposition be offered, I must defend myself. You surely cannot deny me that privilege, Ada?”
“Jacob Gray, you have not the courage to pursue such a plan,” said Ada.
“Girl, are you bent on your own destruction?” cried Gray.