And now I'm always in a sweat, and cough till I think I'm going to bring my heart up.

And I can no longer spit.

And I haven't the strength to stand, you see.

I can't eat." A stifling sensation made her pause, and she became livid.
"All the same I prefer being in my skin instead of in that of the Brother in the compartment behind you.

He has the same complaint as I have, but he is in a worse state that I am." She was mistaken.