\"Well,andhedon\'thaveasgoodcolorashewasgettin\'before。Andhe\'dbeguntofilloutsome,but——\"
Sheridangaveforthanotherdrychuckle,and,goingroundthetabletoher,pattedherupontheshoulderwithhislefthand,hisrightbeingstillheavilybandaged,thoughhenolongerworeasling。\"That\'sthewayitiswithyou,mamma——gottotakeyourfrettin\'outonewayifyoudon\'tanother！\"
\"No。Hedon\'tlookwell。Itain\'texactlythewayhelookedwhenhebeguntogetsickthattime,buthekindo\'seemstobelosin\',someway。\"
\"Yes,hemay\'a\'lostsomething,\"saidSheridan。\"Iexpecthe\'slostawholeloto\'foolishnessbesideshisGod—forsakennotionsaboutwritin\'poetryand——\"
\"No,\"hiswifepersisted。\"Imeanhelooksrightpeakid。Andyesterday,whenhewassettin\'withus,hekeptlookin\'outthewindow。Hewasn\'treadin\'。\"