He turned his head on his pillow and shut his eyes and a big tear was squeezed out and ran down his cheek.

He was beginning to feel pathetic and sorry for himself--not for any one else.
"I'm not as selfish as you, because I'm always ill, and I'm sure there is a lump coming on my back," he said.

"And I am going to die besides." "You're not!" contradicted Mary unsympathetically.
He opened his eyes quite wide with indignation.

He had never heard such a thing said before.

He was at once furious and slightly pleased, if a person could be both at one time.
"I'm not ?" he cried.