The action appeared to give some warmth to his heart, for he petted her, in return.
A third time he held out the glass, and remarked that this stuff was better than medicine.
"You women!" he sneered, as at a reminiscence of their faith in drugs.
"My legs are weak, though!" He had risen and tested the fact.

"Very shaky.

I wonder what makes 'em--I don't take much exercise." Pondering on this problem, he pursued: "It's the stomach.

I'm as empty as an egg-shell.

Odd, I've got no appetite.