Спрут: Калифорнийская история
Chapter IV
“ButnotALLwell,hey?Isthatit?”
ItwastruethatHilmahadfeltafainttremourofseasicknessontheferry-boatcomingfromthecitytotheOaklandmole.Nodoubtalittlenauseayetremainedwithher.ButAnnixterrefusedtoacceptthisexplanation.Hewasdistressedbeyondexpression.
“Nowyou’regoingtobesick,”hecriedanxiously.
“No,no,”sheprotested,“notabit.”
“Butyousaidyoudidn’tfeelverywell.Whereisityoufeelsick?”
“Idon’tknow.I’mnotsick.Oh,dearme,whywillyoubother?”
“Headache?”
“Nottheleast.”
“Youfeeltired,then.That’sit.Nowonder,thewayrushedyou’roundto-day.”
“Dear,I’mNOTtired,andI’mNOTsick,andI’mallRIGHT.”
“No,no;Icantell.Ithinkwe’dbesthavetheberthmadeupandyouliedown.”
“Thatwouldbeperfectlyridiculous.”
“Well,whereisityoufeelsick?Showme;putyourhandontheplace.Wanttoeatsomething?”
Withelaborateminuteness,hecross-questionedher,refusingtoletthesubjectdrop,protestingthatshehaddarkcirclesunderhereyes;thatshehadgrownthinner.
“Wonderifthere’sadoctoronboard,”hemurmured,lookinguncertainlyaboutthecar.“Letmeseeyourtongue.Iknow—alittlewhiskeyiswhatyouwant,thatandsomepru——”
“No,no,NO,”sheexclaimed.“I’maswellasIeverwasinallmylife.Lookatme.Now,tellme,dollooklikeeasicklady?”
Hescrutinisedherfacedistressfully.
“Now,don’tIlookthepictureofhealth?”shechallenged.
