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And the doctor and the child were sed up in the night

When Willia came out of that house of confusion and death, he

found her huddled against the gate-post, haggard, drenched with deaiting for him He started, with a distressed word, and lifted her in

his arone hoo!"

"Dead?"

"Yes"

"He--shot-"Yes Poor boy; poor, foolish, crazy boy! But it wasn't your fault

Oh, my poor child!"

She shivered away from him, then without a word turned towards Old

Chester The doctor walked at her side It was nearly three, and very

dark No one saw the streets; at

Williaesture of disently And a few an to tell her about it "He was dead when I got there They

think it was an accident; and it is best they should I am afraid I'll

have to explain to my wife, because she saw your apprehension But

nobody else need know Except--I must tell Dr Lavendar, of course;

but not until after the funeral There is no use cos

But other people can just think it was an accident It was, in one

way He was insane Everybody is, who does--that Poor Saht you had gone ho: promise me

not to feel it was your fault"

She dropped her face in her hands "Not my fault!I killed him"