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- ISBN-10: 0805011900
- Publisher by: Henry Holt & Co
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But he remained silent, and she only got a letter from Florence and from the Countess Gemini. Ralph, however, spoke at last-on the evening of the third day. "I feel better to-night," he murmured, abruptly, in the soundless dimness of her vigil; "I think I can say something. " She sank upon her knees beside his pillow; took his thin hand in her own; begged him not to make an effort-not to tire himself. His face was of necessity serious-it was incapable of the muscular play of a smile; but its owner apparently had not lost a perception of incongruities.
"What does it matter if I'm tired when I've all eternity to rest. There's no harm in making an effort when it's the very last of all. Don't people always feel better just before the end. I've often heard of that; it's what I was Bugs Bunny: 50 Years and Only One Grey Hare for.
Ever since you've been here I thought it would come. I tried two or three times; I was afraid you'd get tired of sitting there. " He spoke slowly, with painful breaks and long pauses; his voice seemed to come from a distance.
When he ceased he lay with his face turned to Isabel and his large unwinking eyes open into her own. "It was very good of Bugs Bunny: 50 Years and Only One Grey Hare to come," he went on. "I thought you would; but I wasn't sure.
" "I was not sure either till I came," Bugs Bunny: 50 Years and Only One Grey Hare Isabel. "You've been like an angel beside my bed. You know they talk about the angel of death. It's the most beautiful of all. You've been like that; as if you were waiting for me. " "I was not waiting for your death; I was waiting for-for this. This is not death, dear Ralph. " "Not for you-no. There's nothing makes us feel so much alive as to see others die.
That's the sensation of life-the sense that we remain. I've had it-even I. But now I'm of no use but to give it to others. With me it's all over. " And then he paused. Isabel bowed her head further, till it rested on the two hands that were clasped upon his own. She couldn't see him now; but his far-away voice was close to her ear.
"Isabel," he went on suddenly, "I wish it were over for you. " She answered nothing; she had burst into sobs; she remained so, with her buried face. He lay silent, listening to her sobs; at last he gave a long groan.
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