Every sense within her seemed for the moment deadened; sounds scarcely penetrated, had no meaning; she heard the grille clash, steps on the stair; she was trying to get back to the library, paused to rest at the door, was caught in two strong arms, drawn into them: "Duane," she whispered.
"Darling!"-- and as he saw her face--"My God!" "Mine, too, Duane.

Don't be afraid; I'm holding firm, so far.

But I am very, very ill.

Could you help me a little ?" "Yes, child!--yes, little Geraldine--my little, little girl----" "Can you stay near me ?" "Yes! Good God, yes!" "How long ?" "As long as you want me." "Then I can get through with this.

I think to-night decides....