'Why do you take the paper ?' he demanded.

'Give it here.' 'No,' she returned; 'I mean to keep it.

It is I who must prepare the stroke; you cannot manage it without me; and to do my best I must possess the paper.

Where shall I find Gordon?
In his rooms ?' She spoke with a rather feverish self-possession.
'Anna,' he said sternly, the black, bilious countenance of his palace _role_ taking the place of the more open favour of his hours at home, 'I ask you for that paper.

Once, twice, and thrice.' 'Heinrich,' she returned, looking him in the face, 'take care.