I'll teach you what it is to leave your lawful wife to
starve while you go and live with another woman in luxury. You can't
help yourself; I can ruin you if I like. Supposing I go to a
magistrate and ask for a warrant? What can you do to keep me quiet?"
Suddenly the virago stopped as though she were shot, and her fierce
countenance froze into an appearance of terror, as well it might. Mr.
Quest, who had been sitting listening to her with his hand over his
eyes, had risen, and his face was as the face of a fiend, alight with
an intense and quiet fury which seemed to be burning inwardly. On the
mantelpiece lay a sharp-pointed Goorka knife, which one of Mrs.
d'Aubigne's travelled admirers had presented to her. It was an awful
looking weapon, and keen-edged as a razor. This he had taken up and
held in his right hand, and with it he was advancing towards her as
she lounged on the sofa.
"If you make a sound I will kill you at once," he said, speaking in a
low and husky voice.
She had been paralysed with terror, for like most bullies, male and
female, she was a great coward, but the sound of his voice roused her.
The first note of a harsh screech had already issued from her lips,
when he sprang upon her, and placing the sharp point of the knife
against her throat, pricked her with it.
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