69/197 'Don't leave me!' she called out, for I was about to run shrieking out into the night. 'I--I am happy now that it is all settled; but I do not want to die alone. Oh, how hot I am!' And leaping up, she flung off her coat, and went gasping about the room for air. When she sank down again, it was on the lounge; and again I tried to fly for help, and again she would not let me. The heavy, leaden look was gone; tenderness had come back to her eyes, and a human anxious expression to her whole face. |