To ... to ... to confess ... there!
To confess what, pray?
That’s all....
George....
Nay, nay ... the fact is my dear friend, as I said before: I ... I ... if there be a change here, it will be a speedy one.
Well—
And if—and if—a few weeks more, a few days more, it may be, and our accusers, they who are now dealing death to us, may be brought up in their turn to hear the words of death—in short Rachel, if you could be persuaded just to—not to acknowledge—but just to suffer them to believe you to be a ... to be a ... I forget what I was going to say——
CHAPTER XXI.
A long silence followed—a silence like that of death—at last Rachel Dyer spoke:
George Burroughs—I understand thee now, said she, I understand it all. Thee would have me confess that I deserve death—only that I may live. Thee would have me acknowledge (for nothing else would do) that I am a liar and a witch, and that I deserve to die—and all this for what?—only that I may escape death for a few days. O George!