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‘
"
I
do
,
I
do
,
"
said
the
man
,
throwing
himself
passionately
on
his
knees
before
her
.
"
Speak
to
me
,
Mary
,
another
word
;
one
look
—
but
one
!
"
‘
He
ceased
to
speak
:
for
the
arm
that
clasped
his
neck
grew
stiff
and
heavy
.
A
deep
sigh
escaped
from
the
wasted
form
before
him
;
the
lips
moved
,
and
a
smile
played
upon
the
face
;
but
the
lips
were
pallid
,
and
the
smile
faded
into
a
rigid
and
ghastly
stare
.
He
was
alone
in
the
world
.
‘
That
night
,
in
the
silence
and
desolation
of
his
miserable
room
,
the
wretched
man
knelt
down
by
the
dead
body
of
his
wife
,
and
called
on
God
to
witness
a
terrible
oath
,
that
from
that
hour
,
he
devoted
himself
to
revenge
her
death
and
that
of
his
child
;
that
thenceforth
to
the
last
moment
of
his
life
,
his
whole
energies
should
be
directed
to
this
one
object
;
that
his
revenge
should
be
protracted
and
terrible
;
that
his
hatred
should
be
undying
and
inextinguishable
;
and
should
hunt
its
object
through
the
world
.
‘
The
deepest
despair
,
and
passion
scarcely
human
,
had
made
such
fierce
ravages
on
his
face
and
form
,
in
that
one
night
,
that
his
companions
in
misfortune
shrank
affrighted
from
him
as
he
passed
by
.
His
eyes
were
bloodshot
and
heavy
,
his
face
a
deadly
white
,
and
his
body
bent
as
if
with
age
.
He
had
bitten
his
under
lip
nearly
through
in
the
violence
of
his
mental
suffering
,
and
the
blood
which
had
flowed
from
the
wound
had
trickled
down
his
chin
,
and
stained
his
shirt
and
neckerchief
.
No
tear
,
or
sound
of
complaint
escaped
him
;
but
the
unsettled
look
,
and
disordered
haste
with
which
he
paced
up
and
down
the
yard
,
denoted
the
fever
which
was
burning
within
.
‘
It
was
necessary
that
his
wife
’
s
body
should
be
removed
from
the
prison
,
without
delay
.
He
received
the
communication
with
perfect
calmness
,
and
acquiesced
in
its
propriety
.
Nearly
all
the
inmates
of
the
prison
had
assembled
to
witness
its
removal
;
they
fell
back
on
either
side
when
the
widower
appeared
;
he
walked
hurriedly
forward
,
and
stationed
himself
,
alone
,
in
a
little
railed
area
close
to
the
lodge
gate
,
from
whence
the
crowd
,
with
an
instinctive
feeling
of
delicacy
,
had
retired
.
The
rude
coffin
was
borne
slowly
forward
on
men
’
s
shoulders
.
A
dead
silence
pervaded
the
throng
,
broken
only
by
the
audible
lamentations
of
the
women
,
and
the
shuffling
steps
of
the
bearers
on
the
stone
pavement
.
They
reached
the
spot
where
the
bereaved
husband
stood
:
and
stopped
.
He
laid
his
hand
upon
the
coffin
,
and
mechanically
adjusting
the
pall
with
which
it
was
covered
,
motioned
them
onward
.
The
turnkeys
in
the
prison
lobby
took
off
their
hats
as
it
passed
through
,
and
in
another
moment
the
heavy
gate
closed
behind
it
.
He
looked
vacantly
upon
the
crowd
,
and
fell
heavily
to
the
ground
.
‘
Although
for
many
weeks
after
this
,
he
was
watched
,
night
and
day
,
in
the
wildest
ravings
of
fever
,
neither
the
consciousness
of
his
loss
,
nor
the
recollection
of
the
vow
he
had
made
,
ever
left
him
for
a
moment
.
Scenes
changed
before
his
eyes
,
place
succeeded
place
,
and
event
followed
event
,
in
all
the
hurry
of
delirium
;
but
they
were
all
connected
in
some
way
with
the
great
object
of
his
mind
.
He
was
sailing
over
a
boundless
expanse
of
sea
,
with
a
blood
-
red
sky
above
,
and
the
angry
waters
,
lashed
into
fury
beneath
,
boiling
and
eddying
up
,
on
every
side
.
There
was
another
vessel
before
them
,
toiling
and
labouring
in
the
howling
storm
;
her
canvas
fluttering
in
ribbons
from
the
mast
,
and
her
deck
thronged
with
figures
who
were
lashed
to
the
sides
,
over
which
huge
waves
every
instant
burst
,
sweeping
away
some
devoted
creatures
into
the
foaming
sea
.
Onward
they
bore
,
amidst
the
roaring
mass
of
water
,
with
a
speed
and
force
which
nothing
could
resist
;
and
striking
the
stem
of
the
foremost
vessel
,
crushed
her
beneath
their
keel
.
From
the
huge
whirlpool
which
the
sinking
wreck
occasioned
,
arose
a
shriek
so
loud
and
shrill
—
the
death
-
cry
of
a
hundred
drowning
creatures
,
blended
into
one
fierce
yell
—
that
it
rung
far
above
the
war
-
cry
of
the
elements
,
and
echoed
,
and
re
-
echoed
till
it
seemed
to
pierce
air
,
sky
,
and
ocean
.
But
what
was
that
—
that
old
gray
head
that
rose
above
the
water
’
s
surface
,
and
with
looks
of
agony
,
and
screams
for
aid
,
buffeted
with
the
waves
!
One
look
,
and
he
had
sprung
from
the
vessel
’
s
side
,
and
with
vigorous
strokes
was
swimming
towards
it
.
He
reached
it
;
he
was
close
upon
it
.
They
were
HIS
features
.
The
old
man
saw
him
coming
,
and
vainly
strove
to
elude
his
grasp
.
But
he
clasped
him
tight
,
and
dragged
him
beneath
the
water
.
Down
,
down
with
him
,
fifty
fathoms
down
;
his
struggles
grew
fainter
and
fainter
,
until
they
wholly
ceased
.
He
was
dead
;
he
had
killed
him
,
and
had
kept
his
oath
.
‘
He
was
traversing
the
scorching
sands
of
a
mighty
desert
,
barefoot
and
alone
.
The
sand
choked
and
blinded
him
;
its
fine
thin
grains
entered
the
very
pores
of
his
skin
,
and
irritated
him
almost
to
madness
.
Gigantic
masses
of
the
same
material
,
carried
forward
by
the
wind
,
and
shone
through
by
the
burning
sun
,
stalked
in
the
distance
like
pillars
of
living
fire
.
The
bones
of
men
,
who
had
perished
in
the
dreary
waste
,
lay
scattered
at
his
feet
;
a
fearful
light
fell
on
everything
around
;
so
far
as
the
eye
could
reach
,
nothing
but
objects
of
dread
and
horror
presented
themselves
.
Vainly
striving
to
utter
a
cry
of
terror
,
with
his
tongue
cleaving
to
his
mouth
,
he
rushed
madly
forward
.
Armed
with
supernatural
strength
,
he
waded
through
the
sand
,
until
,
exhausted
with
fatigue
and
thirst
,
he
fell
senseless
on
the
earth
.
What
fragrant
coolness
revived
him
;
what
gushing
sound
was
that
?
Water
!
It
was
indeed
a
well
;
and
the
clear
fresh
stream
was
running
at
his
feet
.
He
drank
deeply
of
it
,
and
throwing
his
aching
limbs
upon
the
bank
,
sank
into
a
delicious
trance
.
The
sound
of
approaching
footsteps
roused
him
.
An
old
gray
-
headed
man
tottered
forward
to
slake
his
burning
thirst
.
It
was
HE
again
!
Fe
wound
his
arms
round
the
old
man
’
s
body
,
and
held
him
back
.
He
struggled
,
and
shrieked
for
water
—
for
but
one
drop
of
water
to
save
his
life
!
But
he
held
the
old
man
firmly
,
and
watched
his
agonies
with
greedy
eyes
;
and
when
his
lifeless
head
fell
forward
on
his
bosom
,
he
rolled
the
corpse
from
him
with
his
feet
.
