"
"The sooner the better."
In the act of fluting the soft ruche about her neck, so that her fresh
little face rose like a bud from its calyx, Miss Barnet turned to the
full length of back which faced her from the bed.
"That's just the way I feel about it--the sooner the better."
"Then we think alike."
"You 'ain't been such a holy saint to me that I got to pay up to you for
it all my life."
"That's the thanks I get."
"You only raised me because you had to. I been working for my own living
ever since I was so little I had to He to the inspectors about my age."
"Except what you begged out of my wages."
"I been as much to you as you been to me and--and I don't have to stand
this no longer. Sure I can get out and--and the sooner the better. I'm
sick of getting down on my knees to you every time I wanna squeeze a
little good time out of life. I'm tired paying up for the few dollars
you gimme out of your envelop. If I had any sense I--I wouldn't never
take it from you, nohow, the way you throw it up to me all the time. The
sooner the better is what I say, too; the sooner the better."
"That's the thanks I get; that's the--"
"Aw, I know all that line of talk by heart, so you don't need to ram it
down me.
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