This foolish idea that has possessed you this evening comes from your illness.

Will you go away quietly with me, and make no resistance, so that I may take care of you ?" This time there was not even a movement of the head.
"This is merely a passing thing," the Wanderer continued in a tone of quiet encouragement.

"You have been feverish and excited, and I daresay you have been too much alone of late.

If you will come with me, I will take care of you, and see that all is well." "I told you that I would kill her--and I will," said Israel Kafka, faintly but distinctly.
"You will not kill her," answered his companion.

"I will prevent you from attempting it, and as soon as you are well you will see the absurdity of the idea." Israel Kafka made an impatient gesture, feeble but sufficiently expressive.