It drags upon me like a prisoner's Gangrening fetter, and I'm getting tired of it.
"To-morrow?"
Victoria Cross
Bitterly had Mosher stood in the fore of that court room, thumbing his hat, his heart Gangrening, and trying in a dumbly miserable sort of way to press down, with his hand on her shoulder, some of the heaving of Sara's enormous tears.
"The Vertical City"
Fannie Hurst