Vashti's Fate — page 277: what you’re looking at

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272. BANKRUPT, BODY AND SOUL, He sat facing the bay-window, which was open, when he cried, suddenly : : “It is coming! Help me to the window—air, more air |” | They helped; he had risen himself, and he half walked, was half carried to the window, leaning on Dr. Gracie and Nora. It was a bright day; he opened his great, brilliant eyes wide upon it; he stretched his arms with a spas- modic effort, as if he would grasp it, and cried: “‘T don’t want to die! J—+~” ’ His head fell on his shoulder; his knees crippled under him—he was dead ! There were only pale faces round him. Every heart stood » still at sight of such a death—this, so short a time before, gay, reckless, beautiful boy, scarce more than a boy now, for he was only nineteen, torn abruptly from life, Oh! who would wish to die such a death r Dr. Gracie and Hubert lifted him, laid him on the lounge, and straightened his limbs. He had a little more natural look when they had closed the startling, brightened eyes, and bound up the ghastly chin, but it was a sorrow- ful sight at best. - . - eerry <€ ie. ~ . \ S09 ois RS > a>. [