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"Yes, I know hi sob, while

the "big hand with the great freckles on it" solden hair

tenderly and pushed it back fro brow

"Don't talk any more, Daisy; it tires you so," he said, as he saw her

about to speak again

But Daisy was not to be stopped, and she went on: "Toood, but aard, and I like him ever so much,

but I can't be his wife I cannot I cannot"

"He doesn't expect it now, or want it," came huskily from Tom, while

Daisy quickly asked: "Doesn't he?"

"No, never any more; so, put it froain the freckled hands smoothed the tumbled pillows and

wiped the sweat drops froreat

kind heart was breaking, and the hot tears were rolling down the

sun-burned face Daisy thought was so ugly

Toe, and, like her,

understood why Daisy's fever ran so high and her mind was in such a

turmoil But for hi