I thought it was the end." She bathed his forehead, saying: "You must not talk any more at present.

Here comes the doctor to see you." Gys, busy in the cabin, had heard their voices and now came to look at his most interesting patient.

The soldier seemed about twenty years of age; he was rather handsome, with expressive eyes and features bearing the stamp of culture.

Already they knew his name, by means of an identification card found upon him, as well as a small packet of letters carefully pinned in an inner pocket of his coat.

These last were all addressed in the same handwriting, which was undoubtedly feminine, to Andrew Denton.