The woman’s face became pallid, and she gasped for breath; but quickly recovering herself she said:
“I will do all in my power to save you, for I know that you will carry out your threat.”
The man gazed at the woman with a malicious smile as she turned upon her heel and walked toward the door.
“I have triumphed,” he said.
“Over a weak woman,” was her fierce reply, as she turned upon him, her face now glowing with anger and hatred.
“A woman, but never a weak one. Are you going?”
“Yes.”
“Good-by.”
“We shall not meet again.”
“I do not mind that, only if I go to the gallows do you remember to be there to hear my last words.”