"Go where?" said she.
"Ah!--that's just what I can't tell you."
"George," she said, "I'll go anywhere with you. If what you say is true,--if you're not going to be married, and will let me come to you, I will work for you like a slave. I will indeed. I know I'm poorly looking now--"
"My girl, where I'm going, I shall not want any slave; and as for your looks--when you go there too,--they'll be of no matter, as far as I am able to judge."
"But, George, where are you going?"
"Wherever people do go when their brains are knocked out of them; or, rather, when they have knocked out their own brains,--if that makes any difference."

"Go where?"
"Ah! - I can't tell you."
"George," she said, "I'll go anywhere with you. If you're not going to be married, and will let me come to you, I will work for you like a slave. I will indeed. I know I'm poorly looking now-"
"My girl, where I'm going, I shall not want any slave."
"But, George, where are you going?"
"Wherever people go when they have knocked out their own brains."
