She freed herself from his lax embraces without difficulty.
"You will save me, Tom," she broke out, recoiling, but still keeping her hold on him by the two lapels of his damp coat.

"Save me.

Hide me.
Don't let them have me.

You must kill me first.

I couldn't do it myself--I couldn't, I couldn't--not even for what I am afraid of." She was confoundedly bizarre, he thought.