According to common sense you ought to eat plenty of good, wholesome food, but you may be so disordered--in your interior--that even that would prove fatal.

So I won't recommend it." "I'm doomed, either way," he said quietly.

"I know that." "_How_ do you know it ?" demanded Maud in a tone of resentment.
He was silent a moment.

Then he replied: "I cannot remember how we drifted into this very personal argument.

It seems wrong for me to be talking about myself to those who are practically strangers, and you will realize how unused I am to the society of ladies by considering my rudeness in this interview." "Pshaw!" exclaimed Uncle John; "we are merely considering you as a friend.