ceiver in an accent of utter insensibility, and with a sternness of look not to be described.
"Volkert, thou wilt not know me. I will spare thee the disgrace of confessing thine own guilt, but if thou wert in my power—"
His eyes darted flashes of lightning, and his voice was like the roaring of thunder.
"If thou wert in my power, I would make thee confess thy cheats, and if I should be forced to beat thy old, rascally limbs to atoms, and to draw thy black blood from thy diabolical heart by single drops, I would make thee confess: But," added he in a more gentle accent, "thou art not within the reach of my power, and it is well that it is so. Volkert, here is my hand, I forgive thee. Thou not only deservest my forgiveness, but also my sincere gratitude, because thou hast given me a wholesome lesson, hast taught me, that every body,"though
