I can go to him." "All right.

If you want to make an invalid scarecrow of yourself before your time, it's not my business.

Only don't come to me for sympathy, that's all." With one of her passionate movements, she snatched the child from her breast, carried him upstairs screaming and laid him on her bed.

When the nurse came she found him writhing and wailing, and his mother on her knees beside the bed, her face hidden in the counterpane.
"Take him away," sobbed Mrs.Nevill Tyson.
"Ma'am ?" said the nurse.
"Take him away, I tell you.

I won't--I can't nurse him.