George.
Then shall I go?
Marie.
[_Frightened_.] No, no; don't leave me!! Sh! Be quiet! So, quiet! Now
they have gone! Thank heaven! [_Again wailing, but very distant_.]
Hear? Hear? Let her shriek! Let her call! I cannot help her! I am a
thief, the same as she. I, too, have come to this house, and I have
stolen. But oh, my God, what have I stolen? What have I stolen?
George.
Come, Marie, control yourself! Think of what we have before us!
Marie.
Yes, yes--I'll be quiet! What have we before us? No, no; I will not--I
cannot--I----
George.