'Had he a big dog?' asked Jim.
'Yes, it was the dog attracted his attention to me.'
'Dr Tom, just like him,' thought Jim. 'He little thinks who she is.'
'Then I came on here. Let me die here, Jim. I have not long to live. You cannot thrust a dying woman out.'
He made no answer.
She moaned piteously.
'Let me die here, Jim. Let me see Willie before I go and ask him to forgive his wretched mother.'
'You may die here,' said Jim, harshly; 'but you shall never see my boy. You disowned him and he thinks you are dead.'
She was crying bitter tears of repentance, but they had come too late, and she was afraid to die without forgiveness on earth.
'Jim!' she said suddenly as she caught his arm. 'Jim, I dare not die without your forgiveness.'