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 imprisoned—imprisoned with you in this dreadful thing. First I must help you to get out—then it will be time enough to think of myself.&quot;

His face fell and he stammered: &quot;I don't understand you.&quot;

&quot;I can't say what I shall do—or how I shall feel—till I know what you are going to do and feel.&quot;

&quot;You must see how I feel—that I'm half dead with it.&quot;

&quot;Yes—but that is only half.&quot;

He turned this over for a perceptible space of time before asking slowly: &quot;You mean that you'll give me up, if I don't do this crazy thing you propose?&quot;

She paused in turn. &quot;No,&quot; she said; &quot;I don't want to bribe you. You must feel the need of it yourself.&quot;

&quot;The need of proclaiming this thing publicly?&quot;

&quot;Yes.&quot;