You can't do it! I--oh, you'll never understand why, but I can't let you risk it.

You've got to let me help; give it to me, Ford!" "No, You go on to the house, and don't bother about me.

You can't help--nobody can.

It's up to me." She struck her hands together in a nervous rage.

"You want to keep it because you want to drink it! If you didn't want it, you'd hate to be near it.