Betsy Curtis

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Betsy Curtis,  The Old Ones

“ All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave
In silence; ripen, fall and ceases
Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.
Full consciousness came like a blow. Death, dark death meant Wyckoff, of course; and Wyckoff would be coming this morning, or, if he didn't, he, Tim Daneshaw must go in search ... must fight ... poor Sam Wyckoff deserved work.... Tim felt his thought grow dizzy and the lift and lift under him gave way to a fall and fall.
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Source: Gutenberg

Betsy Curtis,  The Trap

“ Her sparse white hair was pulled so tightly into a knob on top of her head that the plentiful wrinkles on her forehead and around her eyes seemed to run vertically, giving her an oriental look. The hand she rested on the door jamb was a waxy-white claw, a blue vein standing up prominently under the skin tight-drawn over gnarly finger joints. He had probably never seen a woman much past middle age. ”
Source: Gutenberg

Betsy Curtis,  The Old Ones

“ Wyckoff sat up and Tim slung him the shirt from the back of the chair. He had to help him with the snaps on the shirt and the shoes, but in a few moments they were out in the corridor.
"You shouldn't spend all this time on me, Mr. Daneshaw. You just pick out a job and I'll take it."
"Spending time is my job and you need a job you'll like. You know, Sam, emotional conflicts can wear a man to a frazzle twenty times faster than hard labor. And don't call me Mister. I'm Tim to everybody unless they want to bawl me out for something, and Captain only when they want me to bawl somebody else out."
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Source: Gutenberg

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