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Rh  [As before.] The Kingdom—the Power—and the Glory!  But lie dowm now. The doctor will be here presently. You will recover. It will be well with you soon.  [Sinking back with a rapturous smile, but holding to his hand.] Yes, yes, it will be well with me—soon. [The soft voices of the carol-singers swell up overhead.

 "Hark, the herald angels sing,

Glory to the new-born King,

Peace on earth and mercy mild,

God and sinners reconciled."

[ listens, looking up, and then, still smiling, she closes her eyes. [''The voices die down. All the church bells of London seem to be ringing a joyful peal.''

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