Lifted Masks; stories by Susan Glaspell
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The girl took a quick step backward, then stretched out two
impulsive hands. "Oh, no, no you're not! Why--the doctors, you know, they do everything now." The woman shook her head. "That's what I thought when I come here. That's why I come. But I saw the biggest doctor of them all today--they all say he's the best there is--and he said right out 'twas no use to do anything. He said 'twas--hopeless." Her voice broke on that word. "You see," she hurried on, "I wouldn't care so much, seems like I wouldn't care 't all, if I could get there first! If I could see the sun go down behind them just one night! If I could see the black shadows come slippin' over 'em just once! And then, if just one morning--just once!--I could get up and see the sunlight come a streamin'--oh, you know how it looks! You know what 'tis I want to see!" "Yes; but why can't you? Why not? You won't go--your eyesight will last until you get back home, won't it?" "But I can't go back home; not now." "Why not?" demanded the girl. "Why can't you go home?" "Why, there ain't no money, my dear," she explained, patiently. "It's a long way off--Colorado is, and there ain't no money. Now, George--George is my brother-in-law--he got me the money to come; but you see it took it all to come here, and to pay them doctors with. And George--he ain't rich, and it pinched him hard for me to come--he says I'll have to wait until he gets money laid up again, |
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