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"'Meurig,' she said, and she put out her hand, which I took in mine

Even while I held her hand I noticed on her bed a bunch of sweet

violets which I had seen Lewis gather in the , why

have you been cold to me?' she asked, while her hand still lay into displease you, will you not forgive

me, and kiss your little child?' and she looked down at your little

head lying on her arm beside her Oh, Caradoc, God alone knows the

tus which overwhelmed me I cannot describe them! I

stooped and kissed your little black head, and ive you,' I said

"'Is that all?' she said

"And as I hesitated, the old haughty flush rose to her forehead, and

turning her head on her pillow, she said, 'I am tired now, and want to

sleep' "So I turned away and closed the door gently, and I never saw her alive

again, for that night she died suddenly Swiftly the Angel of Death

cahes as

sent for hurriedly, declared he knew of no reason why she should not

have lived

"'I think she would have recovered, Wynne,' he said, 'had she wished

to; but where there is no wish to live sometimes the powers of life

fail, and the patient dies Why she did not wish to live I do not

know--perhaps you do,' and my old friend turned from me with a