"Do, if you possibly can," he urged.
"You'll get so weak you'll be helpless." "I just can't," said Kate.

"Things have such a sickening, sweetish taste, or they are bitter, or sour; not a thing is as it used to be.

I simply can't!" A curious look crept over George's face.

He picked up the bowl and tasted the contents.

Instantly his face went black; he started toward the kitchen.