The bound man writhed in an agony and his eyes gazed beseechingly at his brother.
But Feodor's face remained cold as marble.
CHAPTER X
Weakness
Thus, then, was the diabolical work to be completed. For Satan is not wont to betray those who are true to him.
But had Feodor really been true to him?
Had he not, he asked himself, secretly sinned against his master and his religion in suffering beside him a human creature who whispered a prayer to Heaven before laying her head upon her pillow?
And was that head really on the pillow now? Was Mashinka really asleep?
Might not she have heard all that had just been spoken—all those frightful things which she could not hitherto have imagined? . . . Might not she betray him?