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I need my life far more than you, For I am lone and childless still.

Let go! You've lived, and I am young!

Quick; haste you; sink;—you drag us down.

Have mercy! Yield in heaven's name! There's none to miss and mourn for you—

[His hands slips; he screams

I'm drowning!

[Seizing him.]

By this wisp of hair I'll hold you; say your Lord's Prayer, quick!

I can't remember; all turns black

Come, the essentials in a word!

Give us this day!

Skip that part, Cook; You'll get all you need, safe enough.

Give us this day