posed tone—"I cannot doubt that I speak to the Master of Ravenswood." No answer was returned. "I cannot doubt," resumed the Colonel, trembling with rising passion, "that I speak to the murderer of my sister?"
"You have named me but too truly," said Ravenswood, in a hollow and tremulous voice.
"If you repent what you have done," said the Colonel, "may your penitence avail you before God; with me it shall serve you nothing. Here," he said, giving a paper, is the measure of my sword, and a memorandum of the time and place of meeting. Sun-rise to-morrow morning, on the Links to the east of Wolf's-hope."
The Master of Ravenswood held the paper in his hand, and seemed irresolute. At length he spoke—"Do not," he said, "urge to farther desperation a wretch who is already desperate. Enjoy your life while you can, and let me seek my death from another."
