The Harvester suffered until he scarcely knew how to bear it.
"Please finish," he begged.

"You hadn't planned beyond the debt, you were saying----" The Girl lifted her tired, strained face.
"Give me a little more of that delicious drink," she said.

"I am ravenous for it.

It puts new life in me.

This and what you say bring a far away, misty vision of a clean, bright, peaceful room somewhere, and work one could love and live on in comfort; enough to give a desire to finish life to its natural end.