Not enough t' lay yuh out the way it did.

Y' look sick." "I AM sick!" Casey snarled, and poured himself a drink more generous than was wise.

"When Casey Ryan says he's sick, you can put it down he's SICK! He don't want nobody tellin' 'im whether 'e's sick 'r not .-- he KNOWS 'e's sick!" He drank, and swore that it was rotten stuff not fit for a hawg (which was absolute truth).

Then he staggered to the stove, picked up the coffee pot, carried it to the door and flung it savagely outside because the odor offended him.
"Mart got back last night," Joe announced casually.

"You was dead t' the world.