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 fall in love with her! She is mine, mine! What she is I made her. She would have grown up like a weed in the field; to-day her mind is as pure as crystal and her heart like a country rose. All this that you might reap. Keep her so, and God guard you both!"

"She shall never know."

"The doctor! Tell him to give me some more of that drug!"

Armitage signaled. But the doctor shook his head. He dared not administer another dose of the drug.

"Listen, Armitage! I can't keep back the cough much longer. I am filling up. I have arranged it at Progreso, Yucatan. When I die, cable the address in my pocket. They will cable Doris that I died there of fever.  I am tired!"

At five o'clock they laid him back upon his pillow. The little drab man was resting quietly forever.