...his forehead ; his parched tongue cleaved to his palate. The cruel scrutiny of Lewis's eyes relaxed. He flung himself on a chair, and buried his face in his hands. ' Forgive me, Colonel Fargus,' he cried, after awhile, in a low voice ; ' I see I have been wrong....

...could— but, heavens, what it would have meant to me if you could have helped her! " With a groan Eric flung himself on a chair and buried his face in his hands. It was a moment which held for him all the bitterness of death. He had thought that he was prepared...