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"There is now every hope," so wrote that cheerful lady, Mrs Wilcox, "of

dear Molly's coe of optimism, meant that dear Molly's

beauty was dead, but that Molly would live

To live, indeed, was not what she had wanted Mrs Nevill Tyson had made

up her mind to die; and in the certain hope of death she had borne the

dressing of her burns without a es, life ca nerves and

thirsting veins; and the sense of life ith a sting, as if her brain

were bound tight, tight, and the pulse of thought beat thickly under the

intolerable ligatures Then, when they told her she would live, she

screaes from her head

and throat

"Take the to

die, and I want to die--I want to die--I tell you Don't let Nevill come

near me He'll want to come and look at me when I'm dead Don't let

hi he did, when he heard the doctor's

verdict, was to go straight into his wife's roo hysterically--"Molly--Molly--my little wife!"

That made her suddenly quiet

She turned towards hier and darker than ever

in the section of her face that was not covered with bandages She held