‘Oh, John!’ I cried, starting to my feet, ‘if you were but here.’
‘He is lonely—his grief will not be less than yours, Agnes,’ said Mrs. Lee. ‘Prove now a true wife to your husband.’
‘I will go to him,’ I cried.
She kissed me, and again I knelt by her side, and with clasped hands and streaming eyes we talked of Mary and of Alice and of my husband.
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Simple typographical errors were corrected.