I--oh--some brandy--brandy." Robinson gave her some in a spoon.
"Now lie quietly and do not attempt to speak," he commanded.

"You need all your strength." "I do--to tell that which I wish to tell," gasped Mrs.Jasher, trying to raise herself.

"Sir Frank! Sir Frank!" Her voice sounded hoarse and weak.
"Yes, Mrs.Jasher," said the young man, coming softly to the bedside.
She thrust out a weak hand and clutched him.
"You must be my father-confessor, and hear all.

You got the emerald ?" "What!" Random recoiled in astonishment, "Did you--" "Yes, I sent it to you as a wedding present.

I was sorry and I was afraid; and I--I--" She paused again, gasping.
The doctor intervened and gave her more brandy.
"You must not talk," he insisted severely, "or I shall turn Sir Frank and Mr.Hope out of the room." "No! no! Give me more brandy--more--more." and when the doctor placed a tumbler to her lips, she drank so greedily that he had to take the glass away lest she should do herself harm.