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Rh and carried it to her. She passed it across her lips, over her eyes, and then pressed the palms of her hands upon it. Henderson removed the heavy hat, fanned her with his, and wet the handkerchief again. "Hart, what makes you?" she said wearily. "My mother doesn't care. She says this is good for me. Do you think this is good for me, Hart?" "Edith, you know I would give my life if I could save you this," he said, and could not speak further. She leaned against him, closed her eyes and lay silent so long the man fell into panic. "Edith, you are not unconscious?" he whispered, touching her. "No. Just resting. Please don't leave me." He held her carefully, softly fanning her. She was suffering almost more than either of them could bear. "I wish your boat was here," she said at last. "I want to sail fast with the wind in my face." "There is no wind. I can get my motor around in a few minutes." "Then get it." "Lie on the sand. I can 'phone from the first booth. It won't take but a little while." Edith lay on the white sand, and Henderson covered her face with her hat. Then he ran to the nearest booth and talked imperatively. Presently he was back bringing a hot drink that was stimulating. Shortly the motor ran close to the beach and stopped. Henderson's