It was like the grin of a fiend, and made my flesh creep on my bones. Then a servant girl brought in a telegram. There's a man dying—Captain Darrell. The boy was right. “You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged. She must not tell Martha about Gerald. “I meant to say good-bye to you to-night.
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