It's a bad night, isn't it?
Yes, I feel it in my throat, and it goes right through my chest--just 'ere, look! And I haven't slep' not a hour a night this last week; it makes me feel that low.

I want to get to the Orspital, if I can, in a day or two.' 'But doesn't the doctor come still ?' asked Sidney, drawing a chair near to her.
'Well, I didn't think it was right to go on payin' him, an' that's the truth.

I'll go to the Orspital, an' they'll give me somethin'.

I look bad, don't I, Sidney ?' 'You look as if you'd no business to be out of bed,' returned the young man in a grumbling voice.
'Oh, I _can't_ lie still, so it's no use talkin'! But see, I want to speak about Clara.

That woman Mrs.Tubbs has been here to see me, talkin' an' talkin'.