But when he reached her bedside he saw that she was nearly dead.

She smiled faintly and said, "Send all away, James.

I must speak alone with you, dear; we are going to part, my husband." Then he knelt down by her side and held her cold hands, and the gracious tears welled up in his hot eyes, and he covered them with the blessed rain.
"O James, how you have suffered--since six o'clock." "You know then, Christine! I would weep tears of blood over my sin.

O dear, dear wife, take no shameful memory of me into eternity with you." "See how I trust you, James.

Here is poor, weak Donald's note.