It’s only what we press into your hands that you take. So now you must let me do it.” “What you press in my hands is more than all I have!” I said, because it hurt to hear her saying those things that were not true, as if I had only come and helped her to be good, and not because I wanted silver, and wanted to be safe. “Then you don’t have enough, and I have more than I need,” she said.
