"Call up Terence and the others and have me shot.

I promise I shall make no resistance.

You see, I'm not able to resist even if I would." "Oh, how can you think it ?" She was indignant.
"Well, what is a poor devil to think?
You blow hot and cold all in a breath.

I'm sick and ill and feverish," he continued with self-pity, "and now even you find me a trouble.

I wish to God they'd shoot me and make an end.