“He’ll start jawing,” said Jude dreamily and fatefully and with her eyes closed. “I can hear him as if I was listening. He’ll say, ‘What you mean leaving the ship, and where’s your eggs?’ No use telling him they’re broke. Lord! I’m sick of it all! I’m just going to lay here and die.”
He began to drop shells on her chest.
“Quit foolin’.”
“Then get up and come on. Let’s get it over. It’s like having a tooth pulled,—the sooner over the better.”
“Did y’ever have a tooth pulled?”
“Yes.”
“What’s it like?”
“Beastly for a moment, but it’s soon over.”
“Did y’spit blood?”
“Rather! Come on.”