Now I am going to beat you till every bone in your body aches, till you will not be able to crawl about, until you tell me the real history of these things.

For every lie--if I know it to be a lie--I shall strike you.

Tell me who that man Delora is?
Tell me who the girl is, posing as his niece, who meets you here after midnight?
Tell me the name of that man who has just left us?
Tell me how you are all bound together, and what your quarrel is?
And tell me where Delora is now ?" "I have no strength," he gasped.

"You are too rough.

Let me sit down quietly.