“I remembered, it’s gone again—but I remembered.”
“The dream?”
“No, not the dream. I don’t know—it’s gone. It was a name—your name—but it’s gone again.”
“My name?”
“Yes—it’s gone.”
“It doesn’t matter, David.”
Elizabeth had begun to tremble, and all at once he became aware of it.
“Why do you tremble?”
Elizabeth was at the end of her strength. She had done what she had to do. If he would let her go——
“David, let me go,” she said, only just above her breath.