"She doesn't look strong----" "Frances! For God's sake!" "Well, what of it?
Why shouldn't I wish her gone?
The harm--the harm! Do you remember that Swedish maid I had--a great fair woman?
One day she was stung by a green fly, and in a week she was dead, her whole body a mass of corruption! Oh, God lets such things be done! Nothing but a green fly----" She shook off Clara's hold, drawing her breath with difficulty.

"That is Lisa.

It is George that is being poisoned, body and soul.

It's a pity to see my boy killed by a thing like that--it's a pity----" Miss Vance was too frightened to argue with her.

She brought her wrapper, loosened her hair, soothing her in little womanish ways.