Idolatry

slackened. But of this Helwyse knew nothing; for the voice had burst forth in a cry of fear, amazement, and hate; and

ingle, and strange half-thoughts darted through his mind like deformed spectres, capering as they flew! The bulwark of his will was overthro

n, with an ever-growing purpose that surcharged each smallest artery, and furnished a condensed dart of malice wherewith to stab and stab again the opposing soul. He waxed every instant madder, wickeder, more devilishly exultant; and now, although panting, breathless, pricking at ever

ious, repellent twist of feature, commenting on what was going forward, and noting, with quiet interest and precision, each varying phase of the stru

lover so rejoice in the palpitations of his mistress? O the wine of life! drunk from the cup of murder! Hear how the wretch's voice breaks choking from

y gulp the black wat