DAISY 45

smile. Her affection for him was as strong

as ever, The fever had not burnt. it up, nor

 

 

was it killed by the pains that racked her tender
body. [?>resently, she murmured a request that
he would come beside her. The nurse made

room for him by the pillow. , He knelt down,
clenching one hand in the white counterpane with
a vice-like grasp, and holding gently in the other
the wasted fingers that Baisy stole feebly toward
him.

iW clone: dear boy,” she murmured, in a
scarcely audible voice, “lve been werry ill.”

His forehead contracted a little. Ne |
know,” and his voice was very soft and tender
and had the sound of tears in it.

“But I'm better now. Mebbe ltl get up

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In de mornin .