The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 382: what you’re looking at

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SAGOONAH 305 and in removing the objects of their jealousy from their path. Again I say that I know not which of all these feelings animates you, but very certain am I that you have all that courage, all that resolution, all that strength of purpose ‘“ What words are these,’’ said Sagoonah, in a deep voice, “which you are breathing in my ear? And wherefore do they thus sink down into those recesses of my heart where the evil spirit lurks? ”’ She pressed both her hands upon gee left bosom as if to subdue the heavings which sprang from the agitation of the heart beneath; she moaned in spirit; she seemed to shudder with the thought that was thrilling through her brain. “There is a way,’ continued Madame Angelique, pro- truding her head over the fence in such a manner that she could speak in a whisper almost close to Sagoonah’s ear, — “there is a way by which vengeance, jealousy, or hatred may be gratified, and yet no risk run. What, for instance, if a dagger were planted in the heart of an enemy, and the right hand of that enemy were so placed as to seem as if it had just fallen from the hilt atver dealing the blow? Or it might be the same with a knife — Indescribable was the fiendlike look which Sagoonah slowly bent upon the execrable woman who was thus tempt- ing her, —a look in which malicious satisfaction, fierce resolution, burning hope, and other strong feelings as well as dark passions concentrated all their power. ‘Here is a heavy purse, full of golden guineas,” said Madame Angelique, and she passed the purse over the fence. If the look which Sagoonah had just bent upon her was indescribable, equally impossible of description was the air of blended hauteur, disgust, and indignation with which Sagoonah took that purse and tossed it into the field where Madame Angelique was standing. At the same time her eyes sent forth vivid fires, and her ivory teeth glistened between the thin scarlet lips. ‘ No, not fora bribe,’ said Sagoonah, in a voice expressive of scorn and loathing, ‘‘ but for that other reason, — yes, - yes.” Madame Angelique gazed upon her with a sensation of terror, — a sort of feeling as if she shuddered lest the Hindu woman was not what she seemed, but that all in an instant she might burst forth into another form, and perhaps with GOnNGooOo Ss (C(O)