And I leave it to you if there would be much left of a fellow like Barney.

All he was free to do--or wanted to do--was sit in a retired corner of the club with _Shasta_ water and cigarettes for refreshments, and talk about Her, and how It had happened, and the pangs of uncertainty that shot through his heart till he knew for sure.

Barney's full as tall as I am, and he weighs twenty-five pounds more; and to hear a great, hulking brute like that talking slush was enough to make a man forswear love in all forms forever.

He'd show me her picture regular, every time I met him, and expect me to hand out a jolly.

She wasn't so much, either.
Her nose was crooked, and she didn't appear to have any eyebrows to speak of.