I feel like it." "Oh, that's only the sort of nauseated feeling you get with flu." "I'm only fit to be thrown underground, and made an end of.

I can't stand myself--" He had a ghastly, grey look of self-repulsion.
"It's the germ that makes you feel like that," said Lilly.

"It poisons the system for a time.

But you'll work it off." At evening he was no better, the fever was still high.

Yet there were no complications--except that the heart was irregular.
"The one thing I wonder," said Lilly, "is whether you hadn't better be moved out of the noise of the market.