From the room adjoining came a rattling at the barred door between.
"Cut it, in there! This ain't no barroom. Go tell your D. T.'s to a policeman."
They crouched closer and trembling.
"'Shh-h-h! Dee Dee, darling, try to be easy and not raise the house—try!"
Miss Worte lay back exhausted against Miss Barnet's engulfing arms. Her passion ebbed suddenly and her words came scant, incoherent, and full of breath.
"No use. No use. He told me to-day he wouldn't operate. He told me. No, no, all the colors so pale—even the reds—so pale! Lavender and blue I—I just couldn't tell. I couldn't. So pale. Two yards she brought back next day, kicking at—Oh, my God! Oh, my God!"
'"Shh-h-h, darling! Don't take on so! Wait till morning and we'll get new drops from him. 'Shh-h-h! Maybe it's only strain."
"I know. I'm in the dark for good, Sadie. Oh, my God! I'm in the dark!"
Except that her face was withered, she was like Iphigenia praying for death.
"Lemme die! Lemme die!"