"You spoke of Sophy?" I did not dare to ask the question which was in my mind.
"I did. Your voice is getting stronger already. She's all right. Don't you fret about her."
"I want to know the solemn truth, Bob. She lives?"
"She lives. It is the solemn and happy truth, dear friend. She is near you at the present moment."
"Bring her close to me. Let me touch her hand."
It was placed in mine and guided to my lips. I kissed it, and a weak voice stole upon my ears:
"I am as well as well can be, Mr. Agnold! I'll dance yer a hornpipe if yer like!"
"My brave girl--my dear, brave Sophy! O God, I thank Thee!"
Then everything faded from my sight and I heard nothing more.