"I just wanted to say good night," he muttered, huskily.
"Good night," she answered, curtly. "Please don't disturb me again. I am very tired."
She was turning from him, when he placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Georgia, I love you. You know I do."
The foulness of his poisoned breath filled her with loathing.
"No, Jim," she gasped, afraid. "Oh, no!"
"Georgia, you dunno how I love you," he pleaded, almost tearfully, taking her in his arms.
Quickly she jumped from the bed. "Where are you going?" asked the annoyed husband.
"I can't sleep here, Jim; I can't." She took up her underskirt and her thin flannel dressing sack and passed from the room. She made her couch on the lounge in the front room and after a time fell asleep.
Jim twitched with nightmare throughout the night, and long after she had gone downtown in the morning.