"My position here is a false one, Sara. I prefer to go."
"This morning I should have held a sword over your head."
"It is very difficult for me to realise all that has happened."
"You are free to depart. You are free in every sense of the word. Your future rests with yourself, my dear."
"It hurts me more than I can tell to feel that you have been hating me all these months."
"It hurts me—now."
Hetty walked to the window and looked out.
"What are your plans?" Sara inquired, after an interval.
"I shall seek employment—and wait for you to act."
"I? You mean?"