“You must see me!”
“My eyes are heavy,” he said drowsily. “I can’t see you, Tressa——”
“Wake! Look at me! Keep your mind clear. Oh, I beg you—I beg you! They’re after our minds and souls, I tell you! Oh, believe in me,” she beseeched him in an agonised whisper—“Can’t you believe in me for a moment,—as if you loved me!”
His heavy lids lifted and he tried to look at her.
“Can you see me? Can you?”
He muttered something in a confused voice.
“Victor!”
At the sound of his own name, he opened his eyes again and tried to straighten up, but his pistol fell to the carpet.
“Victor!” she gasped, “clear your mind in the name of God!”
“I can not——”