No, Rachel—I’d better stay here.
Here! shrieked Elizabeth.
Here!—what do thee mean, George? asked her sister.
I mean what I say—just what I say—it is for me to abide here.
For thee to abide here? If it is the duty of one, it is the duty of another, said Elizabeth in a low, but very decided voice.
No, Elizabeth Dyer, no—I am able to bear that which ought never to be expected of you.
Do thee mean death, George?—we are not very much afraid of death, said Rachel—are we Elizabeth?
No—not very much—
You know not what you say. I am a preacher of the gospel—what may be very proper for me to do, may be very improper for a young beautiful——
George Burroughs—