She looked dumbly at Annan. The stillness of his drawn face terrified her.
“Barry, come with me——”
“Wait a moment,” he said, but she caught his hands desperately.
“Help me,” she whispered, “I need you. I tell you I need you——”
“I’m going to help you.”
“Barry! You will destroy me!”
She meant that he would destroy himself, but intuition shaped her speech.
“I want you to take me home,” she said.... “It is the first thing I ever asked of you. Will you do it?”
“Could you wait till I—speak—to Smull?”
“No. Take me now!”