“Say no more, doctor. I will not leave him. My place is by his side. I am his wife.”
And so saying, she came to the side of the cot and placed her hand in that of the dying man, who closed his wan fingers over it, and raised his eyes, full of unspeakable love, to her pitying face.
In the utmost perplexity, the surgeon turned towards Miss Rosenthal for an explanation.
“Yes, doctor,” said Erminie, gravely and sweetly, “she has a right to stay with him. She is his wife.”
CHAPTER XXXII.
“THE REBEL RIDES ON HIS RAIDS NO MORE.”
Do not cheat her heart and tell her,
“Grief will pass away,
Hope for fairer times in future,
And forget to-day”—
Tell her, if you will, that sorrow