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Treitation, dazed by the suddenness of the

seeid for a few moments, then threw aside

the pistol she had snatched fro

herself down on her knees beside hi hands

"Are you badly hurt?" she cried breathlessly, horrified to see that Don

Carlos's pale face was contorted in pain and his eyes were closed

"Where are you wounded, Don Carlos? Shall I call for Mother Dolores?"

There was no response save a low moan, Don Carlos's liour of death, and his head

sagged back as Myra tried to raise it Temporarily, Myra coasped brokenly "Open your eyes and

look atto die!

What can I do? Oh, my dear, my dear--"

Her voice failed her, she tried to cry out for help but sobs choked her

utterance Don Carlos's eyes fluttered open for a ," hewith e lips

to his--and i ar with life and