But Ethel didn't.

She was coming down with the chair, you know, and her men couldn't run like mine.

And oh, Kitty darling, you have no _idea_ what I suffered.

This horrid man was rubbing and pounding at my hands, and sighing and groaning.

I stole a little bit of a look at him--just a little bit of a bit--and saw tears in his eyes, and a wild look of fear in his face.