"You wish to distract my thoughts. The trick is too plain."
"I hear some one speak, I tell you, and I think I recognize—-"
"You wish to deceive me," said Ferrand, interrupting Polidori; "I am not your dupe."
"But, wretch, listen then—listen. Ah! do you not hear?"
"Let me go—Cecily is there—she calls me. Do not make me angry, in my turn, I tell you. Take care—do you understand? take care."
"You shall not go out."
"Take care—-"
"You shall not go out from here; it is my interest that you should remain."
"You prevent me from going to find Cecily; my interest wills that you should die. Hold then!" said the notary, in a hollow voice.
Polidori uttered a cry.