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Rh " Or did she give my ring ? How could such vileness be ? Man, with the truth at your black false heart, Declare it now to me!" — The dead man smiled with an awful calm, And not a word said he. " If she be false ! O God, Thou who the truth canst tell." — The coast-guard swayed like a tree up-torn, And on his knees he fell. He grasped the fingers stiff, And loosed them one by one ; The dead man's hand was a faithful hand, Its work was nearly done. A letter, held till now, Dropped from the open palm ; The case was sealed with the coast-guard's name — He read in dream-like calm. " Love," so it ran, " I am writing, Writing our last Good-bye ;