"I beg you, I entreat you," she said suddenly, taking his hand, and speaking in quite a different tone, sincere and tender, "never speak to me of that!" "But, Anna..." "Never.

Leave it to me.

I know all the baseness, all the horror of my position; but it's not so easy to arrange as you think.

And leave it to me, and do what I say.

Never speak to me of it.