"Dear—I must."
"Betray me?"
"Karen! Karen! What are you saying?"
"If you take my papers away you betray our friendship!"
"I have told you that there is a higher obligation than friendship. Even your friendship, Karen."
"You—you mean to take my papers from me?"
"Yes, dear."
"By—by violence?"
"Karen! Look at me!"
She gave him a white, breathless glance, wrenched her hand from his, stooped suddenly, seized the satchel, and, gathering it against her breast, clasped both arms around it. Then she looked him straight in the eyes.