"I--if it were not for the marble--I would let you go.

But you are the marble man!" "Yes, and I'm probably a madman, too.

I don't know what I am! I don't know what is happening to me.

I ought to be going, that is all I know--" "I cannot let you go." "But I must! I've got to catch a train." The feebleness of his excuse chilled her pity.
"I shall not let you go," she said, resting the hand which held the pistol on her hip, but keeping him covered.

"I know you came to rob my house; I know you are a thoroughly bad and depraved young man, but for all that I could find it in my heart to let you go if you were not also the _marble man_!" "What on earth is the marble man ?" he asked, exasperated.
"I don't know.