With a cry of horror, George let go his hold.
Almost fiercely the man grasped George's hands.
"I'm dead, George! You understand? I'm dead to the world! This miserable chance has brought my spirit across your path!"
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CHAPTER XX.
The time we deem ourselves the strongest, we are often reminded of our weakness.
Before Edgeway retired for the night, he went back to see Betty.
Harold was beginning to stir restlessly, and she was leaning over him, stroking his hands lovingly.
"Miss Emmit, if you don't mind, I would like to keep watch with you tonight. There must be something I can do for you, and I hate the idea of leaving you up alone when you are so tired."
"O, I am used to this," she returned, smiling gravely. "I feel no fatigue whatever. Thank you for offering to stay."