(Bartley Fallon gives a deep groan.)
Shawn Early: What is on you, Bartley?
Bartley Fallon: I'm in dread it is I myself has got the venom into my blood.
Hyacinth Halvey: What makes you think that?
Bartley Fallon: It's a sort of a thing would be apt to happen me, and any malice to fall within the town at all.
Mrs. Broderick: Give heed to him, Hyacinth Halvey; you are the most man we have to baffle any wrong thing coming in our midst!
Hyacinth Halvey: Is it that you are feeling any pain as of a wound or a sore?
Bartley Fallon: Some sort of a little catch I'm thinking there is in under my knee. I would feel no pain unless I would turn it contrary.
Hyacinth Halvey: What class of feeling would you say you are feeling?
Bartley Fallon: I am feeling as if the five fingers of my hand to be lessening from me, the same as five farthing dips the heat of the sun would be sweating the tallow from.