'Is it for the girl there that you would still live?' she cried sternly.
'I foreboded it, coward, when I first looked on you! I prepared for it
when I wounded you! I made sure that when my anger again threatened
this new ruler of your thoughts and mover of your actions, you should
have lost the power to divert it from her again! Think you that,
because my disdain has delayed it, my vengeance on her is abandoned?
Long since I swore to you that she should die, and I will hold to my
purpose! I have punished you; I will slay her! Can you shield her from
the blow to-night, as you shielded her in your tent? You are weaker
before me than a child!'
She ceased abruptly, for at this moment a noise of hurrying footsteps
and contending voices became suddenly audible from without. As she
heard it, a ghastly paleness chased the flush of anger from her cheeks.
With the promptitude of apprehension she snatched the sword of Hermanric
from under Antonina, and ran it through the staples intended to hold the
rude bar of the door.
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