No, no—said he, no, no, you are to stay here.
Nay, nay, sister—dear sister—do let me go with thee!
It is not for me to speak, dear, dear Elizabeth, or thee should go now instead of me. However——
Come, come—I pity you both, but there’s no help for you now—never cry for spilt milk—you’re not so bad as they say, I’m sure—so make yourself easy and stay where you be, if you know when you’re well off.
Do let me go!
Nonsense—you’re but a child however, and so I forgive you, and the more’s the pity; must obey orders if we break owners—poh, poh,—poh, poh, poh.
A separation like that of death followed. No hope had the two sisters of meeting again alive. They were afraid each for the other—and Elizabeth sat unable to speak, with her large clear eyes turned up to the eyes of Rachel as if to implore, with a last look, a devout consideration of a dying prayer.
If it may be, said Rachel turning her head at the door if it may be dear maiden, it shall be. Have courage—
I have, I have!
Be prepared though; be prepared Elizabeth, my beautiful sister. We shall not see each other again ... that is.... O I pray thee, I do pray thee, my dear sister to be comforted.