I want no more to do with you, Mr.Cecil de la Borne.

Don't think you can make terms with me for you can't.

I only hope that you get punished for what you have done." Cecil raised his hand as though about to strike her.
"You little cat!" he exclaimed.

"We'll see the thing through, then.

You are prisoners here just as much as though you were in the vault." Forrest, who had spoken very little, came suddenly forward.
"We have talked too much," he said, "and wasted too much time.