"What do I care, as long as I get away."
"You ain't under the impression that there's a first-class hotel round the corner, are you? There ain't."
"I can go to the Sharps."
"I guess they're in bed and asleep by now."
"I'll wake them."
"You'd never find your way. It's pitch dark. Look."
He threw open the door. It was true. The sky had clouded over. The feeling of the air had changed. It smelt of storm.
"I'll sleep out of doors, then."
"On the prairie? Why, you'd freeze to death before morning."
"What does it matter to you whether I live or die?"