"Now, now, Annie, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. A good-lookin' woman like you 'ain't got nothing to worry about. Lemme order you up a drink. You're gettin' weak again."
"No, no; I'm taking 'em too often. But they warm me. They warm me, and I'm cold, Joe—cold."
"Then lemme—"
"No! No!"
He put out a short, broad hand toward her.
"Poor little—"
"I gotta go now, Joe. These rooms ain't mine no more."
He barred her path.
"Go where?"
'"Ain't I told you? I'm going out. Anybody that's willin' to work can get it in this town. I ain't the softy you think I am."