This isn't said to make myself out a martyr.

It's only to make you see things right.

I'm not complaining at this plight.
I've richly earned it--under Capitalism.

So, then, _that's_ settled.
"And now, what's more important, tell me how _you_ are! And did your wound cause you much trouble?
I confess I've passed many an anxious hour, thinking of your narrow escape and of your injury.

It wasn't too bad, was it?
Tell me!" "No," she answered, still holding to the bars, for she somehow felt quite unaccountably weak.