She took my head in her hands and kissed me on the brow.
"Hildreth, only tell me what I am to do?"
"I do not know ... theoretically I believe in freedom in sex ... I wish to God I could help you."
"Why can't you?"
"Hush, you do not know what you're asking!"
"By the living Christ, I only know that I would crawl after you, and kiss your holiest feet before all the world, if you helped me."
"Now I understand what Lecky meant when he spoke of the sacrificial office of a certain type of women ... I only wish ... but come, we must go."
I was on my feet beside her, as she rose.
"Yes, we had better go home," I spoke quietly, though my heart pumped as if I had taken strychnine.
I put my arms about her, to steady her going, for she stumbled.