She felt as if his eyes were burning her.
"Then you will tell me," he repeated, as if she had not heard him.
"I refuse," she said again; but she said it with a wavering resolution.
Undoubtedly there was something colossal about this man.

She began to feel the grip of his fingers upon her wrist.

The pain of it became intense, yet she knew that he was not intentionally torturing her.
"You are hurting me," she said, and instantly his hold relaxed.

But he did not let her go.
"Answer me!" he said.
"Why should I answer you ?" It was the last resort of her weakening will.
He betrayed no impatience.
"You will answer me for your sister's sake," he told her grimly.
"What do you mean?
You will follow her ?" "I shall follow her." "And bring her back ?" "Back here?
No, certainly not." "You will hurt her, bully her, terrify her!" The words were quick with agitation.
He ignored them.

"Tell me where she is." She made a last effort.
"If I tell you--will you take me with you ?" "No," he said, "I will not." "Then--then--" She was looking straight into those pitiless eyes.