Had he seen Woodward, for instance, and herself holding a
secret meeting in such a place and at such an hour, she concluded justly
that the _middogue_ or dagger, for the use of which he had been already
so celebrated, would have been brought into requisition against either
one or both.
"I'll talk no more to you," she replied, with a flushed face; "for even
if I tould you the truth, you wouldn't believe me. I did meet him, then;
are you satisfied now?"
This admission was an able stroke of policy on her part, as the reader
will soon perceive.
"O," he exclaimed, with a bitter, or, rather, a furious expression of
face, "_dar manim_, if you had, you wouldn't dare to confess as much.
But listen to me; if I ever hear or know, to my own satisfaction, that
you meet him, or keep his company, or put yourself in his power,
I'll send six inches of this "--and he pulled out the glittering
weapon--"into your heart and his; so now be warned and avoid him, and
don't bring down my vengeance on you both."
"I don't see what right you have to bring me over the coals about any
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