20/52 He was mopping at his face with his handkerchief. "I thought I was case-hardened, I ought to be--but I guess I'm not. You're only making it worse for Sammy there, as well as me." Her arms were around his knees now, clinging there. "Why can't you! Why can't you! Nobody would know, and I'd do anything--I'd pay anything--anything--I'll give you ten--fifteen thousand dollars!" "My poor woman," he said kindly, placing his hand on her head, "you are talking wildly. |