Jimmie's lips drew back from his gums as though too dry to cover them.
"You—you street-runner, you!"
"Jimmie!"
"You—you—you—"
"For Gawd's sakes, she'll hear you, Jimmie!"
"You devil, you! You've killed her, I tell you! I've been holdin' her in there for two hours, with the sweat standing out on her like water—you—"
"Oh, Gawd! Jimmie, lemme run for old man Gibbs; lemme—"
"Oh no, you don't! Lizzie Marks down-stairs is gone for him—but that ain't goin' to help none; what she wants is you—you and your low-down sneaking friend; and she's goin' to have him, too."
"He's gone, Jimmie. What—"
"You can't come home here to-night without him—you can't! You better run after him, and run after him quick. You can't come home here to-night without him, I tell you! Whatta you going to do about it—huh? Whatta you going to do? Quick! What?"