"Your bloody money," he said.
"That's not fair," she said. "It
was always yours as much as
mine. I left everything and I
went wherever you wanted to
go and I've done what you
wanted to do But I wish we'd
never come here."
"You said you loved it."
"I did when you were all right.
But now I hate it. I don't see
why that had to happen to your
leg. What have we done to
have that happen to us?"
"I suppose what I did was to
forget to put iodine on it when
I first scratched it. Then I didn't
pay any attention to it because
I never infect. Then, later,
when it got bad, it was
probably using that weak
carbolic solution when the
other antiseptics ran out that
paralyzed the minute blood
vessels and started the
gangrene." He looked at her,
"What else'"
"I don't mean that."
"If we would have hired a good
mechanic instead of a halfbaked Kikuyu driver, he would
have checked the oil and never
burned out that bearing in the
truck."
"I don't mean that."
"If you hadn't left your own
people, your goddamned Old
Westbury Saratoga, Palm
Beach people to take me on "
*'Why, I loved you. That's not
fair. I love you now. I'll always
love you Don't you love me?"
"No," said the man. "I don't
think so. I never have."
"Harry, what are you saying?
You're out of your head."
"No. I haven't any head to go
out of."
"Don't drink that," she said.
"Darling, please don't drink
that. We have to do everything
we can."
"You do it," he said. "I'm
tired."
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