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"Oh, the blood!" she cried hoarsely "Is it--is it--are you badly hurt?"

She was at his side, the pistol falling froht," he cried quickly

"Take care--your dress--"

"Oh, I'lad to hear you speak! Never htfully hurt Oh, isn't it

terrible--horrible! Aunt Fanny! Co off the paralysis of fear, she pushed

one of the rasped the arm of the injuredwarm and sticky on her hands She

kneas blood, but it was not in her to shrink at a asped He sh his face hite with

pain "How brave you were! You et

it--never! Don't stand there, Aunt Fanny! Quick! Get those cushions for

him He's hurt"

"Good Laas all the old woman could say, but she obeyed her

hness," murmured Baldos "Luck

ith me The knife went to his heart I aht hness, these trousers of h before, but now

they are in shreds What patching I shall have to do! And you ine we are short of thread and needles and thimbles--"

"Don't jest, for heaven's sake! Don't talk like that Here! Lie down

upon these cushions and--"