Bear me no ill-will for pressing you to be cautious.

Good-bye, Tista." He pressed the young man's hand warmly, as though to thank him for his courageous defence, and then left the workshop.

Marzio paid no attention to his departure.

When the door was closed, and as Gianbattista was returning to his bench, the artist dropped his modelling tools and faced his apprentice.
"You may go too," he said in a low tone, as though he were choking.

"I mean you may go for good.