Then pretty soon I couldn't hear the chugging any more at all.
Oh, jiminies, but I felt bad.

Maybe you think that as long as I escaped and would get home all right I ought to be satisfied.

But that's because you don't know anything about my mother.

When my brother died I saw how she acted and the doctor said she had to stay in bed two or three days on account of her heart being not just right.

Maybe he thought it would stop, I guess.