You did more: you threatened to attack
me, to try and ruin me if she would not give herself up to you. You
loathsome hypocrite, you tortured her and frightened her; now I am here
to frighten _you_. You said that you would make the country ring with
your tales. I tell you this--are you listening to me? If you dare to
mention her name in such a sense, or if that woman dares, I will break
every bone in your wretched body--by Heaven I will kill you!" and he
cast Davies from him, and as he did so, struck him heavily across the
face with the back of his hand.
The man took no notice either of his words or of the deadly insult of
the blow.
"Is it true?" he screamed, "is it true that she is dead?"
"Yes," said Geoffrey, following him, and bending his tall square frame
over him, for Davies had fallen against the wall, "yes, it is true--she
is dead--and beyond your reach for ever. Pray to God that you may not
one day be called her murderers, all of you--you shameless cowards."
Owen Davies gave one shrill cry and sank in a huddled heap upon the
ground.
"There is no God," he moaned; "God promised her to me, to be my own--you
have killed her; you--you seduced her first and then you killed her.
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