Whereabouts do you feel bad, Henry ?" "All over," replied Henry, comprehensively, and he smiled like a satirical martyr.
"All over ?" "Yes, all over--body and soul and spirit.

I know just as well as any doctor can tell me that I haven't many years to enjoy anything.

When a man has worked as long as I have in a shoe-shop, and worried as much and as long as I have, good-luck finds him with his earthworks about worn out and his wings hitched on." "Oh, Henry, maybe Dr.Wallace--" "Maybe he can unhitch the wings ?" inquired Henry, with grotesque irony.

"No, Sylvia, no doctor living can give medicine strong enough to cure a man of a lifetime of worry." "But the worry's all over now, Henry." "What the worry's done ain't over." Sylvia began whimpering softly.

"Oh, Henry, if you talk that way it will take away all my comfort! What do you suppose the property would mean to me without you ?" Then Henry felt ashamed.