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He knew that it was a Doctor that stood
with his sad-eyed father by the bedside,
(TeU me the worst,' said the father;
1 remember the poor child cannot hear you.’
‘ Recovery is beyond hope,' said the
Doctor ; ‘ he is fading away. It is only a
question of hours. ’
Fairbrass hated the idea of being the
cause of pain to anyone ; and yet he could
not help being glad to see that his father
turned away and wept bitterly.
£ Come/ said the Doctor, you mustn’t
give way. He, poor child, is dying ; but
you and your other children have to live.
We must not forget that, by odd chance,
he is the possessor of a large fortune. If
anything in the legal way has to be done,
the—well, the sooner the better.1
4 No, no/ said the father hesitatingly ;
* that is unnecessary, I— I— in fact, I have
deemed it my duty, at this crisis, to see
how matters stand. Everything goes to
the next of kin ; and, you see, i ----- 1
‘ Just so—just so/ said the Doctor, who