“Sally,” he gasped, and his voice was changing rapidly. “Sally!”
“Yes, dear.”
“Don’t leave me. Where are you?”
“Here, darling; holding your hands.”
“Why did you put out the light?”
“Isaac, my own dear man!”
“Listen. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, dear, yes.”
“I’m dying fast, and I shall never rest without—without you do what I say.”
“Yes, dear, I’ll do anything you tell me—you know I will.”