Foramomentneitherspoke，thenGypsyNanbrokethesilencewithabitterlaugh。Shethrewbackthebedclothes，and，grippingattheedgeofthebed，satup。
“TheWhiteMoll！Thewordsrattledinherthroat。Afleckofbloodshowedonherlips。“Well，youknownow！You’regoingtohelpme，aren’tyou？I-I’vegottogetoutofhere-gettoahospital。“
RhodaGraylaidherhandsfirmlyontheother’sshoulders。
“Getbackintobed，“shesaidsteadily。“Doyouwanttomakeyourselfworse？You’llkillyourself！“
GypsyNanpushedheraway。