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66 so comforting to think of it being ended. Then I couldn't see, nor think, nor hear, nor suffer. Oh, why did you stop me?"

"I didn't know, you see; I didn't understand it all. I thought you would regret it—that you were making a mistake," he tried to say cheerfully.

"What right has anybody—what right had you to prevent me from ending my life? I don't want to live! I am tired of life and of misery. I want to know what right any one has to interfere—to make me live a life that doesn't concern them and only brings me misery?" she cried, indignantly.

"Come now, don't be so cast down." At this burst of anger Richard was himself again. "Tell me all about it; maybe I can help you. Have things gone wrong?"

"Have they ever gone right? Don't preach to me. It's easy to preach to people who have friends and money and home.