'An yo coed 'em beggar's brats--oh Lord--Lord!' 'Howd your tongue, an blow up t' fire,' was all the reply she vouchsafed him, and Reuben obeyed.
Meanwhile upstairs Louie had been laid on her bed.

Consciousness had come back, and she was moaning.
David stood beside her in utter despair.

He thought she was going to die, and he had done it.

At last he sank down beside her, and flinging an arm round her, he laid his hot cheek to her icy one.
'Louie, doan't--doan't--I'll tak yo away from here, Louie, when I can.

I'll tak care on yo, Louie.