Martha was stirring herself. She was trying to rise.
"Let me go," she moaned.
Emily's arms tightened around her knees. She held her fast.
"Where you going?"
"I've got to die, some way."
"Martha, you don't know what you're saying. It isn't true. You're not going to have——"
"It is true. Let me go."
"I won't let you go. You can't die. I'm saving you." Emily didn't really know what she was saying.
"Let me go!"
"I'm going with you everywhere. I'm going to see you through it, then. I won't let them hurt you."