“ He wants me to.”
“Must you do as he wants?”
‚ÄúYes. But I want the child‚ÅÝ‚Äîdifferent.‚Äù
“Don’t you want to be different?”
The woman quivered again but she answered steadily: “No.”
Miss Smith sank into a chair and moistened her dry lips.
“Elspeth’s is an awful place,” she affirmed solemnly.
“Yes.”
“And Zora?”
“She is not there much now, she stays away.”
“But if she escapes, why not you?”
“She wants to escape.”
“And you?”
“I don’t want to.”
This stubborn depravity was so distressing that Sarah Smith was at an utter loss what to say or do.
‚ÄúI can do nothing‚ÅÝ‚Äî‚Äù she began.
“For me,” the woman quickly replied;