He said: “Hold my hand!”
She inserted her hand beneath the sheet and his hot hand closed on hers. Then it relaxed.
She nearly cried out for Marie Leonie.
The tall, sandy, much-liked doctor came through the gate.
She said:
“He spoke just now…. It has been a torturing afternoon…. Now I’m afraid… I’m afraid he’s…”
The doctor reached his hand beneath the sheet, leaning down. He said:
“Go get you to bed…. I will come and examine you….”
She said:
“Perhaps it would be best not to tell Lady Tietjens that he spoke…. She would have liked to have his last words…. But she did not need them as much as I.”
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