Before the slaver spoil the Tree of Life!
"You! Leave this youth, as he leaves you, as I
Leave each! There 's caution surely extant yet
Though conscience in you were too vain a claim.
Hence quickly! Keep the cash but leave unsoiled
The heart I rescue and would lay to heal
Beside another's! Never let her know
How near came taint of your companionship!"
"Ah"—draws a long breath with a new strange look
The man she interpellates—soul astir