If you are my friend, you will never come here again--never--by night or by day, or under any pretext whatever.

Even if they tell you that I am dying, do not come.

This house is fatal.

And if you meet me, turn away; shun me as you would a pestilence whose touch is deadly!" The baron was silent.

This was in substance what Marie-Anne had said to him, only under another form.
"But there is still a wiser course that you might pursue.