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I turned again from the past, as the doctor came in, to look

at the poor creature herself She did not answer the words he

addressed to her; I doubted if she heard them; she was

evidently oppressed with disease, which was fast e somewhat of the

looks and condition of sick people Molly, I saas very

sick; and I knew soon that it ith a combination of evils,

which had taken hold of her, and made her poor existence a

weariso It was near an end now

"Speak to her," - said the doctor

And I did, and he did; but we got no response None in words;

I fancied that the look of the face bore witness to soht it be more? One hand of Molly's lay

stretched out upon the coverlid She was a ht once that I could touch that hand; but

I had had training since then I put my hand upon that poor

hand and clasped it I fancied, I cannot tell why, that Molly

was sensible of my action and that she liked it; yet she did

not speak - We sat so,us Ti will you stay?" he asked at length

"I cannot leave her so, Dr Sandford"

"You cannot stay here!"

"Why not?"

"It would be a peculiar proceeding You would not do it?"