"No, dear.

I should never be that." "Not whatever happened?
That's right.

I'm not really dangerous--so long as you keep Max out of my way.

But, mind--I must never see him again, never--never--while I live!" She turned from the glass, facing Olga with eyes in which an awful fire had begun to burn.

"I know him!" she said.
"I know him! He will want to shut me up--to keep me as a specimen for him--and men like him--to study.