The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 182: what you’re looking at

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Written in Water. 175 are foolish, and I do not wish to leave them behind me. I may die, you know.” “Oh, Gerald, you must not, you shall not die. Send for a physician, or go south or to California. You are 33 ill, but do not give up But he interrupted her. “Put them in the grate.” And Gracie obeyed him. They were no sooner cast into the flames than John Brent entered. He glanced at the blazing fire and then the shelf where he knew the manuscript upon which Gerald had labored so long rested. “Oh, Mr. Leslie! Oh, Gracie! What have you done?” he cried. “We have burned some useless papers,’ Gerald an- swered. “It was your great work—your book.” “My great work! It was never finished. But my life > 9) is. Both have been ‘written in water. I do not think, after Leslie died, that any one, save John, ever knew truly what he meant by those words. At least, Gracie never did. Conniclooo! SS (C(O)