"Poor kid!"
"Don't get her to talking about it again, Eddie; it gets her all excited."
"He could have turned me against my own mother, I was that crazy over him."
"That," said Addie, softly, "was love! And only women can love like that; and women who do love like that are cursed—and blessed."
"I'm out of it now, Addie. You won't never send me back to him—you won't ever?"
"There now, dearie, you're gettin' worked up again. Ain't you right here, safe with us?"
"That night at Hinkey's was the worst, Goldie," said Eddie. "It makes my blood boil! Why didn't you quit then; why?"
"I ain't told you all, neither, Eddie. One night he came home about two o'clock, and I had been—"
"Just quit thinking and talking about him, Goldie. You're right here, safe with me and Eddie; and he's going to get you a job when you're feeling stronger. And then, when you're free—when you're free—"
Addie regarded her brother with the tender aura of a smile on her lips and a tender implication in her eyes that scurried like a frightened mouse back into its hole. Eddie flamed red; and his ears, by a curious physiological process, seemed to take fire and contemplate instant flight from his head.