"I am here to help you.
I will do whatever I can--whatever I can." "I can't bear it.

I can't bear it," wept the woman.
Another silence, another nose-blowing, and again the doctor: "You'll HAVE to bear it--I tell you there's nothing else for it.

You'll have to bear it--but we'll do our best for you.

I will do my best for you--always--ALWAYS--in sickness or out of sickness--There!" He pronounced _there_ oddly, not quite _dhere_.
"You haven't heard from your husband ?" he added.
"I had a letter--"-- sobs--"from the bank this morning." "FROM DE BANK ?" "Telling me they were sending me so much per month, from him, as an allowance, and that he was quite well, but he was travelling." "Well then, why not let him travel?
You can live." "But to leave me alone," there was burning indignation in her voice.

"To go off and leave me with every responsibility, to leave me with all the burden." "Well I wouldn't trouble about him.