I will tell you nothing--not a jot or a tittle.

Begone from my room!' He fell back a step in his surprise, and stood against the table biting his nails and scowling at me, fear and chagrin contending with half a dozen devils for the possession of his face.

'So you have been deceiving me,' he said slowly, and at last.
'I have let you deceive yourself' I answered, looking at him with scorn, but with little of the fear with which he had for a while inspired me.
'Begone, and do your worst.' 'You know what you are doing,' he said.

'I have that will hang you, M.
de Marsac--or worse.' 'Go!' I cried.
'You have thought of your friends,' he continued mockingly.
'Go!' I said.
'Of Mademoiselle de la Vire, if by any chance she fall into my hands?
It will not be hanging for her.

You remember the two Foucauds ?'--and he laughed.
The vile threat, which I knew he had used to my mother, so worked upon me that I strode forward unable to control myself longer.