A florid-looking young
woman rose up and accosted him eagerly. Be honest, and you will be happy. Seventeen hours, sixteen hours. Anna, why will you persist in this single-handed
combat with life?”
“Don’t!” she cried. She had been fighting down this thought for
days: that Hoddy did not care, that he did not love her, that he had mistaken a
vagary of the mind for a substance, and now regretted what he had done—
married a girl who was not his equal in anything. When
he recovered his mental faculties, he would lie there, neutral; they could save
him or let him die, as they pleased; and the doctor knew that he would wear
himself out forcing his own will to live into this neutrality. But I don’t want to. I can smell you.
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