She was pale and her eyes were bright; but she shook her head.
"Let him say what he will say," she answered, taking the question as though it had been spoken.

"Let him say all he will.

Perhaps it is the last time." "And so you give me your gracious leave to speak," said Israel Kafka.
"And you will let me say all that is in my heart to say to you--before this other man.

And then you will make an end of me.

I see.