Well—and what more would you have? Is not this enough?
No, George.
Hear me out Rachel. Do not reprove me, do not turn away, till you have heard me through. My duty is before me, a duty which must and shall be done, though it break my heart. I am commanded to argue with you, and to persuade you to live.
Commanded?—
What if you were to confess that you deserve death? What if you were to own yourself a witch? I take your own view of the case.—I put the query to you in a shape the least favorable to my purpose. What if you were to do this; you would be guilty at the most but of a—of a—
Of untruth George.
And you would save your own life by such untruth, and the lives, it may be, of a multitude more, and the life you know, of one that is very dear to you.
Well——
No no—do not leave me in this way! Do not go till I—I beseech you to hear me through—
I will—it grieves me, but I will.