And he cast foul scorn at her that she should have thought to fly with her lover , and swore that naught should again thwart his vengeance , with other threats , wild and dreadful enough . Yet she said no word until he had done , and then she spoke , but what she said I know not , save that it was full of hatred and defiance and wild accusation , such as a mad woman might have uttered . And she defied him even then to stop her flight , though he told her to cross that threshold would mean her death ; for he was a wronged and desperate man and thought of nothing save his own dishonour . Then she made as if to pass him , but he caught her by her white wrist ; she turned on him with fury , and I saw her right hand reach stealthily out over the table behind her , where lay the dagger . `` Let me go ! '' she hissed . And he said , `` I will not . '' Then she turned herself about and struck at him with the dagger -- and never saw I such a face as was hers at the moment . He fell heavily , yet held her even in death , so that she had to wrench herself free , with a shriek that rings yet in my ears on a night when the wind wails over the rainy moors . She rushed past me unheeding , and fled down the hall like a hunted creature , and I heard the heavy door clang hollowly behind her . As for me , I stood there looking at the dead man , for I could neither move nor speak and was like to have died of horror . And presently I knew nothing , nor did I come to my recollection for many a day , when I lay abed , sick of a fever and more like to die than live . So that when at last I came out from the shadow of death , my Uncle Hugh had been long cold in his grave , and the hue and cry for his guilty wife was well nigh over , since naught had been seen or heard of her since she fled the country with her foreign lover . When I came rightly to my remembrance , they questioned me as to what I had seen and heard in the Red Room . And I told them as best I could , though much aggrieved that to my questions they would answer nothing save to bid me to stay still and think not of the matter . Then my mother , sorely vexed over my adventures -- which in truth were but sorry ones for a child -- took me home . Nor would she let me keep Alicia 's chain , but made away with it , how I knew not and little cared , for the sight of it was loathsome to me . It was many years ere I went again to Montressor Place , and I never saw the Red Room more , for Mrs. Montressor had the old wing torn down , deeming its sorrowful memories dark heritage enough for the next Montressor . So , Grandchild , the sad tale is ended , and you will not see the Red Room when you go next month to Montressor Place . The swallows still build under the eaves , though -- I know not if you will understand their speech as I did .
The Setness of Theodosia When Theodosia Ford married Wesley Brooke after a courtship of three XXXXX , everybody concerned was satisfied .
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