een us, a
duel to the death. The first blow has been mine, and I have failed.
You will see that it will not be long before he strikes back."
"But this is horrible!" she muttered.
"Horrible to you, of course!" he exclaimed. "Hatred is a thing of
which you can know nothing. And yet there it is. People might think
that he was my benefactor. He gave me money to go out and find
my level in the world, gave it to me with the bitter, cynical
advice--advice that was almost a stipulation--that if I failed, I
ceased to live. I did fail in every honest thing I touched," he
continued, bitterly. "Then I tried a bold experiment. It was the last
thing offered, the last wonderful chance. I took it, and I won. Then I
returned. I paid him back the money which he had lent me--I did my
best to seem grateful. It was of no use. He mistrusted me from the
first. In his own house I was the butt for his scornful speeches. I
was even bidden to leave. I ventured to speak to the woman with whom
he is slavishly in love, and he came to me like a fury. If I had been
a hairdresser posing as a duke, he could not have been more violent.
He wanted me to promise never to speak to her again--her or you. I
refused. Then he declared war, and, Lois, there are weak joints in my
armor. You see, I admit it to you--never to him. When he finds his way
there, he will thrust. That is why I struck first."
She shook her head sadly.
"Ah, but I do not understand!" she said. "He is very stern and very
quiet, but he is a just man. I have never known him to find fault
where there was none."
"There are faults enough in my life," Saton answered. "I have never
denied it. But I have had to fight with my back to the wall. I shall
win. I am not afraid of a thousand Mr. Rochesters. I am gathering to
my hands--no, I will not talk to you about that! Lois, I am more
anxious about you than Mr. Rochester. I am afraid that you will hate
me for always now."
"No!" she said. "I cannot do that, I cannot hate you. But I do not
wish to see you any more. As long as I live, I shall see you kneeling
there, with your finger upon the trigger of that gun. I shall see the
flash, I shall see him throw up his hands and fall. It was hideous!"
Saton passed his hand across his forehead. Her words had touched his
keen imagination. The horror of the scene was upon him, too, once
more.
"Don't!" he begged--"don't! Lois!"
"Well?" she asked.
"You will not speak of this to anyone?"
"No
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