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His wife, who saw every thing, leaned forward with an uneasy gesture.
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“Only my old prayer-book,” he faltered. “I felt as if I should like Mr. Barrows to have it.”
She gave him an incredulous stare, and allowed her glance to follow the book. I immediately put it in my pocket.
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“My desk!” he cried again; “I want it here.”
At this repetition of his request, uttered this time with all the vehemence of despair. Mrs. Pollard moved, though she did not rise. At the same moment a quick, soft step was heard, and through the gloom of the now rapidly darkening chamber I saw their younger son draw near and take his stand at the foot of the bed.
“I have but a few minutes,” murmured the sick man. “Will you refuse to make them comfortable, Margaret?”
“No, no,” she answered hastily, guided as I could not but see by an almost imperceptible movement of her son’s hand; and rising with a great show of compliance, she proceeded to the other end of the room. I at once took her place by the side of his pillow.
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