You know the song: 'A new fine house I do not crave, This tiny cell's enough for me; There will I dwell my soul to save And ever pray to God for thee.' Ach, Shatushka, Shatushka, my dear, why do you never ask me about anything ?" "Why, you won't tell.

That's why I don't ask." "I won't tell, I won't tell," she answered quickly.

"You may kill me, I won't tell.

You may burn me, I won't tell.

And whatever I had to bear I'd never tell, people won't find out!" "There, you see.