end　for　me。　Maybe　it　was　better　I　was　away。　He　probably　wanted　me　away　for　a　while。　I　looked　at　my　watch。　If　he　did　not　send　for　me　in　ten　minutes　I　would　go　down　anyway。

Poor；　poor　dear　Cat。　And　this　was　the　price　you　paid　for　sleeping　together。　This　was　the　end　of　the　trap。　This　was　what　people　got　for　loving　each　other。　Thank　God　for　gas；　anyway。　What　must　it　have　been　like　before　there　were　anaesthetics？　Once　it　started；　they　were　in　the　mill…race。　Catherine　had　a　good　time　in　the　time　of　pregnancy。　It　wasn't　bad。　She　was　hardly　ever　sick。　She　was　not　awfully　unfortable　until　toward　the　last。　So　now　they　got　her　in　the　end。　You　never　got　away　with　anything。　Get　away　hell！　It　would　have　been　the　same　if　we　had　been　married　fifty　times。　And　what　if　she　should　die？　She　won't　die。　People　don't　die　in　childbirth　nowadays。　That　was　what　all　husbands　thought。　Yes；　but　what　if　she　should　die？　She　won't　die。　She's　just　having　a　bad　time。　The　initial　labor　is　usually　protracted。　She's　only　having　a　bad　time。　Afterwa