And with luck, I can have an auto and a doctor here before dark.
Well, does that suit you ?" "Don't go, please," she answered.

"I--I may be still a little weak and foolish, but--somehow, I don't want to be left alone.

I want to be kept from remembering, from thinking of those last, awful moments when the car was running away; when it struck the wall, at the turn; when I was thrown out, and--and knew no more.

Don't go just yet," the girl entreated, covering her eyes with both hands, as though to shut out the horrible vision of the catastrophe.
"All right," Gabriel answered.

"Just as you please.