human
Gad! he said under his breath,
gpt
For him--for Ross--for the man I love, the pale lips framed the words brokenly as the strength of the girl sagged and ebbed slowly away.
human
He would have disinherited him--disinherited Ross, turned him out--penniless! Cruel--wicked--I stabbed him with--the stiletto--the light went out--caught it off the table--wiped it on _her_ dress--must have been mad--mad--but you can't get me. It's poison--arsenic. I had it ready. And I needn't have done it--after all!