"
Jaspar gazed at her with a vacant stare, and, muttering some
unintelligible words, sunk back into his chair, and buried his face
beneath his hands. The consciousness of the utter failure of the plan he
had cherished for years, and the terrible obloquy to which his crime
subjected him, rushed like an earthquake into his mind. He was
completely subdued in spirit, and groaned in his anguish.
"The way of the transgressor is hard," remarked Mr. Faxon, in pitying
tones.
These words were heard by Jaspar. They touched his pride. He could not
endure the notes of pity. He raised his head, and his eyes glared with
the fury of a demon.
"Leave the house, sir!" gasped he, choking with passion. "Leave my
house, or I will tear you limb from limb! I can do it, and I _dare_ do
it!" and he started suddenly to the floor. "Yes, I _dare_ do it, if you
mock me with your canting words!"
His eyes rolled like a maniac's, and he gasped for breath, as he
continued,
"I am a murderer already!--a double murderer! Dalhousie and his wife
have felt my vengeance.
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