She murmured the words. Her breathing was distressing her.
Anstice bent over her.
"'Him that cometh unto Me, I will in no wise cast out.' Those are our Lord's words. He will receive you."
She stretched out her hot shaking hand and clutched hold of Anstice.
"All the sins of my sixty years," she murmured. "Lord, have mercy on me. Don't leave me."
But the nurse was back, pushing Anstice aside.
"My patient must have no agitation. Her heart is very weak."
Miss Carrie gave an angry cry.
"She is not to leave me. I won't have it."
Her face was purple. She panted in her excitement.