Only--well, this morning I had about a hundred and seventy hours left--I counted them.

And now there are fifteen less.

And all the time, while we talk, they are slipping away, so quick--so quick--' But she was regaining self-control, and soon released herself.
'I won't do it again!' she said piteously, in the tone of a penitent child.

'I won't indeed.

Let's go home.