I must--have my way--still--you see.

He will--come--to-day He must come." "Yes, Mary," returned the doctor,--his fingers still on the thin wrist, and his eyes studying her face with professional keenness,--"yes, of course." "And George--you will not forget--your promise?
You will--give me a few minutes--of strength--when he comes--so that I can tell him?
I--I--must tell him myself--George.

You--will do--this last thing--for me ?" "Yes, Mary, of course," he answered again.

"Everything shall be as you wish--as I promised." "Thank you--George.

Thank you--my dear--dear--old friend." The nurse--who had been standing at the window--stepped quickly to the table that held a few bottles, glasses, and instruments.