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Certainly not! Mercy! Your head again! Go back, Bob!" The maddened, pain-racked Bob bellowed: "Oh, stop it! stop it! I shall go mad in a minute. She is entitled to her wages. Pay her." "I won't!" "Well, I will. Susan! Susan, come up here and take this money. How much is it?" "She is not to be paid," Mrs. Chater trumpeted. "She is to be paid," bawled her son.
Nance went on mechanically stroking the pain-racked head, as she reached under the pillow for Dan's letter. The sight of the neat, painstaking writing made her heart contract. "You tell him fer me," begged Mrs. Smelts, weakly, "to be good to her. She never had the right start. Her paw handled me rough before she come, an' she was always skeery an' nervous like.
Lying there impotently, he studied her attitude as the minutes crept by, and there came at last into his heart a touch of pity that swelled with the sight of her. Pain-racked but determined, he again started toward the elevation, crawling over and around the boulders that intervened.
Everywhere was the prostration of discomfort the inertia of sluggishness. Only the sick moved; only the pain-racked cried out; only the dying struggled; only the agonies of dissolution could make life assert itself against the exhaustion of the heat.
It was Winkelberg's misfortune which first attracted me. I listened to his story avidly. He talked in slow words and there was intelligence in the man. He was able to perceive himself not only as a pain-racked, starving human, but he glimpsed with his large, tired eyes his relation to things outside himself. I remember he said, and without emotion: "There is nobody to blame. Not even myself.
Then, so far as her pain-racked body would permit, she found herself wondering at the apparently endless varieties of torment to which the body could be subjected. Once, she asked to look at herself in the glass.
There was nothing left; there would be nothing more until the end came, unless Sandy succeeded. Just then the moon came over a bank of black clouds and lit The Hollow. It shone full on Lost Mountain and into the deserted shed where but lately Sandy had suffered and slept. Martin Morley dropped on his knees and turned his haggard, pain-racked face upward.
Don't you remember the one she tried to intercede for? Briggs! That's it! Briggs!" The injured man slowly opened his eyes as the name was half shouted. A sickly grin spread slowly over his pain-racked face. "She tried to intercede fer me, did she?" he murmured weakly. "She said she would. She was square." "You were half decent to her," said Bonner. "How do you happen to be with this gang?
From a lifted window curtain the young aide who had brought Anna to the house said, "Boat's off." "Thank God!" panted Hilary. "Oh, Fred, Fred, my girl and all! Just a minute, Doctor, there!" A soft, heavy boom had rolled over the land. The pain-racked listener flamed for joy and half left the arms that held him: "Oh, Fred, wasn't that heaven's own music?"
At last he dragged his pain-racked body down to the rippling water and lowered his head to drink, but it seemed as if every exertion tended to reopen those seared scars, and with the one thing before him that he most desired, he moaned in misery. A little farther away was a deep pool.
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