And in her heart she knew at last that she was
beaten; yet shewould not give up.
He passed his thick hand across the reddish
unshaved stubble of hisbeard.
Whatthe hell do these people expect, anyway? He
stared at her and then grunted:Wont go home. Illlet the doctor know as soon as he
comes in! Well, IM going, IM going, he said again with surly protest. Wy-wy-wy-wy,
all right, P-p-p-papa, Luke stammered with earnestcheerfulness. And yet it would get
me nothing; even if I wereMrs.
Even if I am your cousin, I had a good
Christianraising out in the country before I came here. Good heavens, Ill do
anything to make that poor old manhappier.
You get right up off that floor and march upstairs,
she said. Whatthe hell do these people expect, anyway? McGuire opened his old
leather case, squinted at theneedle, and loaded it.
Well, she demanded harshly, what am I going to
tellher if she calls again? He regarded her stupidly for a moment before he
answered. Ifyou cant drive the car, Ill send Joe along to drive it for you. He
moistened his thick lips, and mumbled:Who was it? Just a little case of carcinoma of
the prostate.
Even before Eliza got to him her flesh turned
goosey at the sight. And he woke, his sparse hairtousled, grumbling
sleepily.
The people I really like are Ollie Gant, and oldman
Alec Ramsay, and big Mike Fogarty, and Mr.
If the truth istold, theyre just as good as anyone
else! If the truth istold, theyre just as good as anyone else! Yes, he said grimly,
and Im going to see we get it.
And she spoke sharply and commandingly as one
mightspeak to a little child. Ifyou cant drive the car, Ill send Joe along to drive
it for you. Well, come on back to bed, honey, and get some sleep.
Goulderbilts closest friend, what good would it do
me?
Look here, she said, in a hard and quiet voice,
whats wrongwith you? AfterPapa is gone, well get away from it. Its cruelty to
prolong it: why the hellshould I try to? You listen to me, Hugh McGuire; dont blame
the nurses. She wants to know ifyou are coming home tonight. Hewas bleeding to death
through the genital organs.
Whatthe hell do these people expect, anyway? What
chance doI have to get any sleep any more with you acting like a crazy womanhalf the
time?
Good heavens, Ill do anything to make that poor old
manhappier. Ooh, yaas,Creasman went on throatily, adding a broad stroke or two on
her ownaccount.
And yet it would get me nothing; even if I wereMrs.