There was a long silence. When Nurse Dean thought her charge was falling asleep, she placed a shawl carefully over her, but Mary, without opening her eyes, drew something from her left hand to her right.
"You can give him back his ring," she said.
Nurse Dean closed the door softly behind her, and then paused for a moment to wipe an impertinent tear from her cold gray eye.
"I shouldn't be at all surprised if the smallpox were just The Making of Mary."
THE END.
THE "UNKNOWN" LIBRARY
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The volumes are long and narrow, just the right shape to slip into the pocket, and are bound in flexible cloth and ornamented with a chaste design. The type is large and the margin generous.