It was a cloudy morning; every now and then a gust flung rain against the window.
'If you went,' he continued, huskily, 'I should be afraid myself.

I haven't told you.

I didn't behave as I'd ought have done to the poor mother, Clara; I got into drinkin' too much; yes, I did.

I've broke myself off that; but if you was to leave me--I've had hard things to go through.

Do you know the Burial Club broke up just before she died?
I couldn't get not a ha'penny! A lot o' the money was stolen.