"He held it about seven minutes in peace, and then she began to fret and call for the Harvester.

He just sweat blood to pacify her, but he couldn't make it.
He tried to hold her, to make love to her, and goodness knows what, but she struggled and cried, 'David,' until he had to give it up and send me." "Molly," said Doctor Carey, "we've known the Harvester a long time, and he is our friend, isn't he ?" "Of course!" said the nurse.
"We know this is the first woman he ever loved, probably ever will, as he is made.

Now we don't like this stranger butting in here; we resent it, Molly.

We are on the side of our friend, and we want him to win.
I'll grant that this fellow is fine, and that he has done well, but what's the use in tearing up arrangements already made?
And so suitable! Now Molly, you are my best nurse, and a good reliable aid in times like this.

I gave you instructions an hour ago.