He was a stronger man than I naturally, while by his terrible power I was rendered entirely helpless.

Still, at that very moment, the inherent obstinacy of my nature showed itself.
"I am not your slave," I said.
"You are," he said.

"Did you feel no strange influences coming back just now?
Was not Herod Voltaire your master ?" I was silent.
"Just so," he answered with a smile; "and yet I wish to do you no harm.
But upon this I do insist.

You must leave Temple Hall; you must allow me to woo and to win Miss Gertrude Forrest." "I never will," I cried.
"Then," said he, jeeringly, "your life must be ruined.

You must be swept out of the way, and then, as I told you, I will take this dainty duck from you, I will press her rosy lips to mine, and--" "Stop!" I cried; "not another word;" and, seizing him by the collar, I shook him furiously.