Nothing but a hanging! There would be no gratification even to his revenge. If, indeed, he had murdered that old man, who was now, unfortunately, gone beyond the reach of murder;--if he could have poisoned the old man's cup before that last will had been made--there might have been something in such a deed! But he had merely thought of it, letting "I dare not wait upon I would"--as he now told himself, with much self-reproach. Nothing was to be got by killing his sister. So he restrained himself in his passion, and walked away from her, solitary, down the mountain.

Nothing but a hanging! If, indeed, he had murdered that old man - if he could have poisoned the old man's cup before that last will had been made - that might have been something! But nothing was to be got by killing his sister. So he walked away from her down the mountain.
