With indescribable loathing, the Magyar spat in his face.
"Scoundrel!" yelled the insulted man, "for this you shall weep tears of blood."
"Weep! I?—who ever saw me weep? You may slay me, you may torture me, or tear me limb from limb. There are enough of you to do it. But weep you shall not see me, though you burst for impotent rage."
"Weep thou shalt, and 'tis I will make thee. Know that it is I who seduced your wife, and for whom she betrayed you."
"That is thy shame, not mine."
"All thy kinsmen are slain."
"Better they should lie dead in the street than breathe the same air with thee."
"Thy property is annihilated."
"May God destroy those who did it."
"Truly, thou art a cool fellow. But—you had a daughter,—a fair and innocent child."