"Oh, my God, what shall I do!" Sim Gage's face was frowning more than ever.
"Now, you mustn't take on, ma'am," said he.

"I'm sorry as I can be fer you, but I got to drive these broncs.

But fer as I'm concerned--it ain't just what I want to say, neither--I _can't_ make it right plain to you, ma'am.

It ain't right fer me to say I'm almost _glad_ you can't see--but somehow, that's right the way I do feel! It's mercifuler to _you_ that way, ma'am." "What do you mean ?" said Mary Warren.

She caught emotion in this man's voice.