Holding his breath, he gazed down at his darling, his broad shoulders shook, and in a stifled, faltering voice he asked the physician: "Must she die ?" "Yes, old friend; I think so! Hold up your head! You have much still left you.

All five of Van Loo's children have died of the plague." Peter shuddered, and without taking any notice of Maria, passed from the room with drooping head.

Bontius followed him into his study, laid his hand on his arm, and said: "Our little remnant of life is made bitter to us, Peter.

Barbara says a corpse was laid before your door early this morning." "Yes.

When I went out, the livid face offered me a morning greeting.
It was a young person.