Go you down to the store and tell the gossips that have no affairs of their own, and must needs pry on their neighbors so.

Dare any one of them to turn knife on his own flesh for the first time and strike deeper! The next time I'll do better.

Tell them so! The fools! Sodom and Gomorrah, and fire from Heaven for wickedness! Lord, why not fire from Heaven for damned foolishness, that does more harm to the world than the shattering of all the commandments into stone-dust!" "I felt that 'twas my duty to let you know, sir," stammered Margaret Bean, backing farther and farther away from him.
"Tell the fools that I say, and I'll swear to it, and so will the doctor swear, that 'twas not the wound that has been my ailment, but my cursed lungs; but if 'twas 'twould be naught to them, for I struck the blow myself.

I tell you that neither the one nor the other of them struck the blow--it was I.Do you hear?
It was I!" "Yes, sir," said Margaret Bean, trembling, her eyes big, her white face elongated in her starched cap ruffles.
"Go to bed!" said Lot, savagely, and the old woman scuttled out, glad to be gone.
Never before had Lot addressed her so.

"I believe he did do it himself," she told her husband next morning, for she could not wake him to intelligence that night; "he's jest ugly 'nough to." The next day at early dawn Lot's bell, which was kept on his stand beside the bed, in case he should be worse in the night and need assistance, tinkled sharply.
"Send your husband after the doctor," Lot ordered, peremptorily, when Margaret answered it; and presently early risers saw old man Bean advancing in a rapid shuffle towards the doctor's, and soon the doctor himself whirled past, his back bent to the rapid motion of his gig.