"I have not many days,—perhaps, not many hours to live. In all these weeks she had not once knelt to pray. “It is like old times,” she said, “to hear these home truths. I must see if I have a gown fit to wear. It was a dead calm. The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms over this pleasant spot.
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