and, what I did not expect on his part, he quickly seized my hand, and cried: "'Come to your senses! What are you doing?
Help! Help!' "I tore my hands from his grasp, and leaped upon him.

I must have been very terrible, for he turned as white as a sheet, to his lips.

His eyes scintillated singularly, and--again what I did not expect of him--he scrambled under the piano, toward the other room.

I tried to follow him, but a very heavy weight fell upon my left arm.

It was she.
"I made an effort to clear myself.