You will not do it, will you ?" "I will," she said softly.
"It's no use; I can't turn on him.

I can't! He is my friend, you see." "Let him remain so.

I shall do what I can.

Let him remain a monument to his fellow-beasts.

What do I care?
Do you think I desire to turn you into his image?
Do you think I hope for your degradation and mine?
Are you afraid I should not recognise love unaccompanied by the attendant beast?
I--I don't know; you had better teach me, if I prove blind.