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Rh  It is you that are good, Margaret. I know now what you did — what you meant to do. But lie still. The doctor is on his way.  Poor boy! It was he who drew the lot. He couldn't help himself. It was his life or yours, sir.

 And to save both you sacrificed your own? But you will get better of this. I am sure you will.  How sweet! How beautiful! There will be peace now — isn't that so, sir?  Yes, soon, very soon! To-morrow, please God!  Ah! To have helped to bring peace a little nearer—how splendid! How glorious!

 [With great feeling, taking her hand.] We are all children of one Father, Margaret. The boundaries of the human heart are wider than the widest empire. When this cruel war is over, and the suffering world is born again—— [The church bells begin to ring.