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to be alone." 

She turned to go, but on the threshold she stopped. 

" You will come, Eric," she said, " when we send? " 

"Yes. Go!" 

She went. France stood waiting for her at the door. 

" He has asked for you again. He is  fast. 
Come." 

She led her into that other room. The clergyman s last 
offices were over. On the face, lying among the pillows, 
the cold dews of death already stood. She fell down on her 
knees by the bed and took the dying head in her arms. 
He opened his heavy eyes and smiled a smile of great 
content. " Mother" he said, and lay still. 

" Oh, my Terry ! my Terry ! " she cried out, " forgive 
me before you go." 

" There is nothing to forgive," he spoke, slowly and 
faintly, but clearly. "You were always good to me. I 
loved you all my life, mother. Don t cry it s better so. 
Eric," his eyes looked wistfully toward the door, he sighed 
wearily, " Eric won t come ? " 

" Eric will come." She bent down and kissed him, and 
in that kiss whispered :