"Now you will eat, won't you?" Rose was continuing.
Mary shook her head.
Rose patted quietly one of the clenched hands that lay close to her.
"Better do it, dearie," she said. "I'm your friend; remember that. You can have whatever you want."
Mary mastered what strength remained to her. She raised herself on her elbow.
"Then let me go!" she pleaded, extending an open palm like a beggar asking for a crust. "I don't care if my clothes is mussed. I don't care what'll happen afterward. Just let me go!"
"You're a fool," Rose made cool rejoinder. "Where'd you go?"
"I don't know?"
"What'd become of you?"
"I don't care."