DAVID
Let me go.
[He moves like a sleep-walker toward the paralysed Baron, puts out his hand, and testingly touches the face.]
BARON [Shuddering back]
Hands off!
DAVID [With a great cry]
A-a-a-h! It is flesh and blood. No, it is stone—the man of stone! Monster!
[He raises his hand frenziedly.]
BARON [Whipping out his pistol]
Back, dog!