"Do you know that if that flaw had not been discovered in the date of the girl's age--and I only wish that I had made it and discovered it!-- and that if your case had gone to trial, I would have come forward as evidence against you, and would have sworn to having assisted you to abduct that poor idiot Susan Hartshorne? Do you know that I would have sworn to this, no matter how I implicated myself, only to get you ruined? Did you ever think of that?" "No, for God's sake, Clara! I kept to my bargain." "Did you keep your bargain ten years ago? If you forget, Allynne Markworth, I do not! Now, thank God, I have got you caught at last!" "Have you, you she devil, fiend!" he said, "You will be baulked again, my lady! Don't make too sure! curse you, she cat! What do you come here to torment me for?" "What do I come for, eh? I told you before--to see you caged at last-- you deceiver! swindler! murderer!" she hissed between her teeth. "Ha! does not that touch you up at last? You will get out, will you! Do you forget Havre? Do you forget Susan Hartshorne, the same as you forgot me once before? Have you forgotten the murder I saw, murderer? Ah!" "Woman! you are mad! Get out, and leave me in peace! I am no murderer, although you almost persuade me to be one now! Get out, or by God I'll--" "No! You won't murder me. You cannot get away from me like you ran from Havre! I am not afraid of you, although I am a woman." "You are no woman, or you would not come here to torment me like this. You _know_ I never hurt that girl. God knows I did not do it; whatever else I may have done, I am innocent of that crime, and if the poor girl is dead, no one would wish to get her back to life more than I do, as she could prove my innocence. For God's sake, Clara, stop. You must be mad, or you would not talk like this. Think of the past between us, think of--" "Yes, I do think of the past, and that makes me act now. I am no more mad than you are; but I have sworn to ruin you, and I will keep my oath. Do you know where I am going to now?" "I don't know, and I don't care," he said sullenly, "only for God's sake, leave me in peace, and go away." He was quite broken down now, and the expression of the woman's strong hate, coupled with all he had gone through, made him nerveless and hopeless. She still went on in the same tone of fiendish glee: her feelings seemed to have overcome her reason. "I am going now to have you charged with murder. Murder, do you hear? The French police were on your track. We will see what the English police will do now. You will get out, will you? You think you will escape! Bah! Just wait and see." "Hang you! Go away, will you. You are raving!" he said: he really thought her mad. "Hang me? Not quite; but you will be hanged though, and then I will die happy!" she exclaimed, with the passion still in her eyes, in her gestures, in her very form and figure.