“Not all,” said I, clasping her hand warmly in mine. “Not all - not all! I will take you away from them, never fear; in another hour God grant you may be out of their reach for ever!”
“But where are we to go?” she whispered wildly. “What are you to do with me? All my friends think me dead, and if they knew I was not it would all come out.”
“So it shall,” said I; “the sooner the better; if I’d had my way it would all be out already.”
“Not all,” said I, clasping her hand warmly in mine. “Not all - not all! I will take you away from them, never fear; in another hour God grant you may be out of their reach for ever!”
“But where are we to go?” she whispered wildly. “What are you to do with me? All my friends think me dead, and if they knew I was not it would all come out.”
“So it shall,” said I; “the sooner the better; if I’d had my way it would all be out already.”
