'What is that matter with you?' he asked.
'Nothing.' She looked about her anxiously. 'Oh, why don't you go? How can
you be so cruel?'
'I must do something for you,' he insisted.
She shook her head.
'It's too late. Nothing can help me now.' She paused; and when she spoke
again it was with a voice so ghastly that it might have come from the
lips of a corpse. 'I've found out at last what he's going to do with me
He wants me for his great experiment, and the time is growing shorter.'
'What do you mean by saying he wants you?'
'He wants--my life.'
Arthur gave a cry of dismay, but she put up her hand.
'It's no use resisting. It can't do any good--I think I shall be glad
when the moment comes. I shall at least cease to suffer.'
'But you must be mad.'
'I don't know. I know that he is.'
'But if your life is in danger, come away for God's sake. After all,
you're free. He can't stop you.'
'I should have to go back to him, as I did last time,' she answered,
shaking her head. 'I thought I was free then, but gradually I knew that
he was calling me.
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