"That's it!--I don't know! I don't know! Luker, there's something come over me lately; I didn't used to be troubled with nerves."
"You didn't."
"I never was afraid of anything--or any one."
"You weren't; you've always had the devil's own courage since you were a girl."
"There's been nothing I daren't do."
"It would have been better for you, perhaps, if there had been something; there's such a thing as daring to do too much."
"You think so? Perhaps that's it; perhaps I have dared to do too much."
"As to that you know better than I do; I'm not your father confessor, nor wish to be. The Lord forbid!"
"I don't know how it is, but, lately, I've gone all to pieces. I'm afraid of all sorts of things. When that girl came this morning I was afraid of her; she frightened me out of my senses. I thought she was a ghost; I couldn't have moved or spoken to save my life; I listened to her like a stuck pig. Luker, things have upset me more than I thought anything could have done. I'm--I'm all a bundle of nerves."
"It's that stuff you've been drinking."