The Fire Within
Patricia Wentworth
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1913 edition. Excerpt: ... that I need distress myself. It ain't me it's going to touch. It's Edward's own look-out. My income ain't going to concern me for very much longer." He was silent for a moment. Then he made a restless movement with his hand. "It won't, will it--eh, David? You didn't mean what you said just now? It was just a flam? I ain't going to live, am I?" David hesitated and the old man broke in with an extraordinary energy. "Oh, for the Lord's sake, David, I'm not a girl--out with it! How long d' ye give me?" David sat down on the bed again. His movements had a surprising gentleness for so large a man. His odd, humorous face was quite serious. "Really, sir, I don't know," he said, "I really don't. There 's no more to be done if you won't let me operate. No, we won't go over all that again. I know you 've made up your mind. And no one can possibly say how long it may be. You might have died this week, or you may die in a month, or it may go on for a year--or two--or three. You 've the sort of constitution they don't make nowadays." "Three years," said old Mr. Edward Mottisfont--"three years, David--and this damn pain all along--all the time--gettin' worse" "Oh, I think we can relieve the pain, sir," said David cheerfully. "Much obliged, David. Some beastly drug that 'll turn me into an idiot. No, thank ye, I 'll keep my wits if it's all the same to you. Well, well, it's all in the day's work, and I 'm not complaining, but Edward 'll get mortal tired of waiting for my shoes if I last three years. I doubt his patience holding out. He 'll be bound to hasten matters on. Think of the bad example I shall be for the baby--when it comes. Lord, David, what d' ye want to look like that for? I suppose they 'll have babies like other folk, and I 'll be a bad...