Sabine Baring-Gould

“ Judith was silent.
Coppinger clinched his second hand and laid that also on the table. "I swear to heaven," said he, "that if I and that Oliver Menaida meet again, it is for the last time for one or other of us. We have met twice already. It is an understood thing: between us, when we meet again, one wets his boots in the other's blood. Do you hear? The world will not hold us two any longer. Portugal may be far off, but it is too near Cornwall for me." ”

“ Again he paused.
"You thought I had sent Jamie out with a light to mislead the vessel. You thought right. I did have her drawn to her destruction, and by your brother."
He paused again. He saw Judith's hand twitch: that was the only sign of emotion in her.
"And Lady Kinghton's jewels. I took them off her it was I who tore her ear."
Again a stillness. The sky outside shone in at the window, a lurid red. From the kitchen could be heard the voice of a man singing.
"Now you know all," said Coppinger. "I would not have you take me finally, fully, unreservedly without knowing the truth. ”

“ I cannot live on the terms you offer. You take from me even the very wish to live. Take away the arsenic from me—lest in madness I give it to myself. Take me far inland from these cliffs—lest in my madness I throw myself over—I could not bear it. ”