'Cause I don't care, I s'pose." Then, recklessly: "I been smoking too much.

I've got t'bacca heart." Myra pictured an all-night tobacco debauch, with Amory pale and reeling from the effect of nicotined lungs.

She gave a little gasp.
"Oh, _Amory_, don't smoke.

You'll stunt your _growth!_" "I don't care," he persisted gloomily.

"I gotta.