But I could not heed her—my heart was bursting. I sobbed, as I sat with my hands covering up my face.
“All gone;” cried I. “No one left but you and I.”
“Yes,” replied she, “one more.”
“Who?” cried I, looking up.
“God!—who is with us always.”
Chapter Twenty Three.
I heard what she said, but my head was too confused to weigh the words. I remained silent, where I was. A few seconds elapsed, and she spoke again:
“Frank Henniker, rise, and listen to me.”