"Only a little longer," said Nan, and laid her hand lightly and coolly on the hot wet forehead.
The little winner... damn her....
The edge of a smile, half-ironic, wholly bitter, twisted at Nan's lips.
10
Voices and steps. Barry and a doctor, Barry and a stretcher, Barry and all kinds of help. Barry's anxious eyes and smile. "Well? How's she been?"
He was on his knees beside her.
"Here's the doctor, darling.... I'm sorry I've been so long."