"Dearest Jim," she whispered, "I have waited a long time, but I was sure
we should come together again at last. It is enough."
"You will go with me, then?"
Again she kissed him. "It must not be."
Before he could reply the train was stopping at the platform, and a
gentleman with a lady appeared at the door. Miss Castleton stepped out
and was at once driven away in a carriage with her companions.
He lived three years and then died almost suddenly of the disease which
he had foreseen would kill him. He had no children, but few relatives,
and his attendant was a hospital nurse. But the day before his death a
lady appeared who announced herself as a family friend, and the nurse
was superseded. It was Elizabeth: she came to his bedside, and he
recognised her.
"Not till this morning," she said, "did I hear you were ill."
"Happy," he cried, "though I die to-night."
Soon afterwards--it was about sundown--he became unconscious; she sat
there alone with him till the morning broke, and then he passed away,
and she closed his eyes.
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