Aren't I well enough off ?" "You're not, my son.

Battle--battle--and suffer.

It's about all you do, as far as I can see." "But why not, my dear?
I tell you it's the best--" "It isn't.

And one OUGHT to be happy, one OUGHT." By this time Mrs.Morel was trembling violently.

Struggles of this kind often took place between her and her son, when she seemed to fight for his very life against his own will to die.