"Nay I there is _none_! Get up, Anne," bending to raise her.
"Get up, or I shall be kneeling too--and I must stand upon my feet." She made a motion as if she would have turned and gone from the room without further explanation, but Anne still clung to her.

She was afraid of her again, but her piteous love was stronger than her fear.
"Let me go with you," she cried.

"Let me but go and lie in your closet that I may be near, if you should call." Clorinda put her hands upon her shoulders, and stooping, kissed her, which in all their lives she had done but once or twice.
"God bless thee, poor Anne," she said.

"I think thou wouldst lie on my threshold and watch the whole night through, if I should need it; but I have given way to womanish vapours too much--I must go and be alone.

I was driven by my thoughts to come and sit and look at thy good face--I did not mean to wake thee.