"Are you afraid of me?"
"I am sorry for you, Jonas."
"Sorry—because of my arm?"
"Because you are unable to believe a true woman's word."
"I do not understand you."
"No—I do not suppose you can."
Then he screamed, "No, I do not believe." He leaped forward, and struck her on the head with the nodule of iron, and felled her at his feet.
"There," said he; "with this stone you sought my death, and with it I cause yours."
Then he knelt where she lay motionless, extended, in the marsh, half out of the water, half submerged.
He gripped her by the throat, and by sheer force, with his one available arm, thrust her head under water.