She can't afford to see him slaughtered here, where he's fighting the fight of civilisation.

You see right through this thing, I know, and I don't need to palaver any more about it.

It doesn't matter about me.

I've had a lot for my money, and I'm no use--or I wouldn't be, if anything happened to the Saadat.

No one would drop a knife and fork at the breakfast-table when my obit was read out--well, yes, there's one, cute as she can be, but she's lost two husbands already, and you can't be hurt so bad twice in the same place.