1st US edition

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

Margaret appeared descending the broad oak stairs

In another moment that steel would have pierced his heart

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

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

'You mean that you wish to murder me'

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

He returned presently with a letter

Castell declares himself a jew

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

'There are others where they came from'

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

The gale caught him and blew him to and fro

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

'You will have to fight me first, Peter'

'Way! Make way for the Marchioness of Morella'