But instead she shrank away as a child might, expecting punishment, her arms uplifted, shielding her face.
"No, no; do not touch me; do not touch me," she moaned.

"I am not afraid of you, only I could not bear it." "Beth!" He compelled his voice to sternness, confident now that this hysteria could be controlled only through the exercise of his own will.
"You must listen to me, and be guided by my judgment.

You must, you shall, do as I say.

This is a most terrible happening, but it is now too late to remedy.

We cannot restore life once taken.