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"What is it? Where am I?" he asked, and Daisy replied: "You are here into take care of you, and I'lad you have the

fever," she added, as she lad I can repay

in part all you did for me, you dear, noble Tom! And you are not to

talk," and she laid her small hand on his h; the doctor says so, and I'd do it if he

didn't, for you are the best, the truest friend I have"

She was rubbing his hot, feverish hands, and though the touch of her

cool, soft fingers was so delicious, poor To

freckles so obnoxious to the little lady, and, drawing his hands frorasp, hid them beneath the clothes Gladly, too, would he have

covered his face and hair froht, but this he could not do and

breathe, but he begged her to leave him and send someone in her place

But Daisy would not listen to hiht, she said, and she should stay with hih three weeks, when Toher than hers