I'm wore out.

My strength is gone, my patience is gone.
I'm done with it--that's a _part_ of what's the matter." "My sakes, Lucreeshy! You mustn't talk that way." "But I _will_," said the woman, as she supported herself on one palm and raised the other.

"I've _got_ to talk that way." She was ripe for an explosion like this.

She seized upon it with eagerness.

"They ain't no use o' livin' this way, anyway.