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'
"
'
On
the
cross
,
'
cried
I
,
rising
,
for
at
that
abhorred
voice
I
had
recovered
all
my
strength
,
'
on
the
cross
I
swear
that
no
promise
,
no
menace
,
no
force
,
no
torture
,
shall
close
my
mouth
!
On
the
cross
I
swear
to
denounce
you
everywhere
as
a
murderer
,
as
a
thief
of
honor
,
as
a
base
coward
!
On
the
cross
I
swear
,
if
I
ever
leave
this
place
,
to
call
down
vengeance
upon
you
from
the
whole
human
race
!
'
"
'
Beware
!
'
said
the
voice
,
in
a
threatening
accent
that
I
had
never
yet
heard
.
'
I
have
an
extraordinary
means
which
I
will
not
employ
but
in
the
last
extremity
to
close
your
mouth
,
or
at
least
to
prevent
anyone
from
believing
a
word
you
may
utter
.
'
"
I
mustered
all
my
strength
to
reply
to
him
with
a
burst
of
laughter
.
"
He
saw
that
it
was
a
merciless
war
between
us
--
a
war
to
the
death
.
"
'
Listen
!
'
said
he
.
'
I
give
you
the
rest
of
tonight
and
all
day
tomorrow
.
Reflect
:
promise
to
be
silent
,
and
riches
,
consideration
,
even
honor
,
shall
surround
you
;
threaten
to
speak
,
and
I
will
condemn
you
to
infamy
.
'
"
'
You
?
'
cried
I.
'
You
?
'
"
'
To
interminable
,
ineffaceable
infamy
!
'
"
'
You
?
'
repeated
I.
Oh
,
I
declare
to
you
,
Felton
,
I
thought
him
mad
!
"
'
Yes
,
yes
,
I
!
'
replied
he
.
