"Let me die," she cried.

"Let me die! I feel dead already." Hilda held her face close.

"Isabel," she whispered--and I recognised in her tone the vast moral difference between "Isabel" and "Number Fourteen,"-- "Is-a-bel, you must take it.

For Arthur's sake, I say, you MUST take it." The girl's hand quivered as it lay on the white coverlet.

"For Arthur's sake!" she murmured, lifting her eyelids dreamily.