Why shouldn't one try to save oneself?
It's the natural law.

There's only the one life."' She covered her eyes with her hand an instant, choking down the sob which interrupted her.

Then she moved a little nearer to Lucy.
'You see,' she said, appealing,--'you were very sweet and tender to me one day.

It's very easy to pretend to mourn with other people--because one thinks one ought--or because it makes one liked.

I am always pretending in that way--I can't help it.