"Maurice! Maurice! Where is he?" she cried, leaving the major and rushing toward the empty bed. "You said he was here--my poor dead love; but I can't see him. Where is he? Where is he?",
The major looked at him for a moment or two, then, with a new idea in his head, he took David by the hand and led him into the chamber of death.,
Again I ask myself the question why his friendliness to Alfred Bennett's letters always makes me so instantly cross..
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