1st US edition

Margaret appeared descending the broad oak stairs

'To-day I dare to hope that it may be otherwise"

'You mean that you wish to murder me'

Castell declares himself a jew

'Lady,' he said, 'this is no deed of mine'

'There are others where they came from'

'I cut him down, and by misfortune killed him'

'A dove, compadres!— A dove!' He shouted

He returned presently with a letter

'My name is Inez. You wander still, Señor'

'You will have to fight me first, Peter'

A cruel-looking knife and a naked arm projected through the panelling

The gale caught him and blew him to and fro

In another moment that steel would have pierced his heart

'Way! Make way for the Marchioness of Morella'

'We are players in a strange game, my Lady Margaret'