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“
Give
them
to
me
.
”
“
No
,
ma
’
am
.
”
“
You
refuse
?
”
“
I
do
I
care
too
much
for
you
to
give
’
em
up
.
”
She
turned
aside
,
her
face
for
the
first
time
softening
from
the
stony
immobility
of
the
earlier
day
,
and
the
corners
of
her
mouth
resuming
something
of
that
delicacy
of
cut
which
was
always
lost
in
her
moments
of
despair
.
At
last
she
confronted
him
again
.
“
Why
should
I
not
die
if
I
wish
?
”
she
said
tremulously
.
“
I
have
made
a
bad
bargain
with
life
,
and
I
am
weary
of
it
—
weary
.
And
now
you
have
hindered
my
escape
.
O
,
why
did
you
,
Charley
!
What
makes
death
painful
except
the
thought
of
others
’
grief
?
—
and
that
is
absent
in
my
case
,
for
not
a
sigh
would
follow
me
!
”
“
Ah
,
it
is
trouble
that
has
done
this
!
I
wish
in
my
very
soul
that
he
who
brought
it
about
might
die
and
rot
,
even
if
’
tis
transportation
to
say
it
!
”
“
Charley
,
no
more
of
that
.
What
do
you
mean
to
do
about
this
you
have
seen
?
”
“
Keep
it
close
as
night
,
if
you
promise
not
to
think
of
it
again
.
”
