"Don't be afraid. You won't catch cold. I've brought a fur mantle with me."
"I am to fly from here!"
"You can do it now. Your husband is not at home."
"By the mercy of God, I implore you to depart from me."
"Name not that potentate, for by so doing, you only offend the devil, whose friendship we have now much need of. We have not much time to lose. The great lord must travel to Poland the day after to-morrow to the Prince; he will take you with him wherever he goes, to Cracow, to Warsaw. He will make a noble lady of you, and when you have had enough of him you can come back to your present husband. You can make him believe that you went away to see your father the Keszmár professor."
"Depart from me, Satan!" cried Michal, violently removing the witch's arms from her body.
"That's right! cry aloud! Make a noise that the servants and neighbors may come running up. Let them lock me up and make me confess all about our acquaintance. That will be very pleasant for both of us, won't it?"
"Have mercy upon me and depart!"
"I'm not such a fool as that. You are the little goose that lays me the golden eggs."
"I'll give you all my money, all my jewels, only do not ruin me."