He needs some one to be around and watch after things--this whole place is sick, as much as the owner of it.

I reckon you've got to help me, my dear." She looked at him, her large, dark eyes slightly contracting, making neither protest nor assent.

He drew a long breath of satisfaction.
"Of course you'll stay," he said; "it's the right thing to do, and we both know it.

You don't want to kill a man, no matter how much he desires or deserves it.

Doctors and women--they sometimes are fatal, but they don't consciously mean to be, now do they?
We don't ask many questions out here in these hills, and I will never bother you, I feel entirely free to ask you to remain at least for a few days--or maybe weeks." [Illustration: Doctors and women--they sometimes are fatal.] Her eyes still were on his face.