"I heard two shots, and then yours. So it was this pistol that you took from him?" Timar was surprised that love can see what the eye can not reach. He could not tell a lie. "Did you kill him?" asked the girl.
"No."
"What has become of him?"
"You need fear him no longer. He is gone to Brazil; a hemisphere lies between us and him."
"I wish there were only three feet of earth between us!" cried Noémi, impetuously, seizing Michael's hand.
Michael looked in her face surprised. "You! you! with such murderous thoughts—you, who can not bear to see a chicken killed, who can not bring yourself to tread on a spider or to stick a butterfly on a pin!"
"But any one who would tear you from me, I could kill, were he a man, a devil, or an angel—!"
And she pressed the dearly beloved man to her breast in a passionate embrace. He trembled and glowed.
On reaching the other side, Michael again visited the fisherman's hut.