I wish I was dead, I tell you--I wish I was dead and buried and at peace.

I wish I could creep home and get into bed and never see another day of this cruel life.

Oh, I'm just whipped and broke and out.

Take me away, take me away, Martin.

I'm through." Martin put his arm round the slight, shaking form, led her to one of the doors and out into a narrow passage that ran up into the deserted street.