"Let me lie where I am," she begged, with a timid, imploring glance.
"Stand up. I will help you."
"Must I go?" she asked, evading the proffered support. Grief and anxiety were depicted on her blood-stained, beautiful face.
"You would rather stay with me?"
"Ah, Herr, how can you ask?"
"But you'll have a bad time of it if you do."
"Oh, no, Herr. The gnädiger Herr used to whip me every day. I am quite accustomed to it."
"But somewhere else they would treat you better."
"Somewhere else?" New consternation showed itself on her features.
"Good God! A woman like you, who is willing and hard-working, and has such strong limbs, is sure----"