35/39 "Sure thing! And I'm not dead yet, father. I'll soon be all right. She can cure me--if the doctor can't." He spoke slowly, but there was will behind the voice. His wasted face had a gentleness that was most moving to the father. He could not look at the pitiful wreck of his once proud and fearless boy without weeping, and being mindful of Harold's prejudice against sentiment, he left the room to regain his composure. |