Edith stood quite still. Her words came in little gasps.
You—mean—that—mother—is—gone?"
"Yes," he said softly. But your father awaits you. Be brave. We must hasten. He needs you more than ever now!"
She gave a smothered cry and tried to obey. But it was a futile effort.
With a heart-rending mute appeal, she leaned toward him.
He was eagerly ready. He caught her in his arms.
A deadly pallor overspread her sweet, fair face. Her eyes closed.
He looked down at her deathlike countenance, then gently carried her to the couch. "His in joy," he murmured, "and mine in sorrow."
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