“And to-morrow you were intending to tell some one else about it,” he said, rattling the letter he held in his hand.
“Yes.”
“And you are sure nothing will make you give it to me?”
“Never!”
“Then there is but one thing left for me to do,” he muttered, striding angrily toward her.
He seized both her hands in his, and again fixed his cruel eye upon hers.
For one moment she looked defiance at him, though she was so frightened by his manner that she had no power to cry out, nor make any effort to release herself from his hold; the next her expression changed, and her eyes began to droop.
“Look at me!” he commanded, bending nearer to her.
She obeyed, and gazed into his face as if suddenly fascinated.
For a moment he held her glance, while she felt as if all her will-power was forsaking her.