"She's got such a will, it seems as if she would never go--never!" "Don't think of it!" cried Clara.
"And she was religious--she is religious now--but it is no good.

She simply won't give in.

And do you know, I said to her on Thursday: 'Mother, if I had to die, I'd die.

I'd WILL to die.' And she said to me, sharp: 'Do you think I haven't?
Do you think you can die when you like ?'" His voice ceased.

He did not cry, only went on speaking monotonously.
Clara wanted to run.