Capitolo 29
"Agnes! Agnes! has you/he/she found me? Thank goodness for this. I am so happy to
Sees her before I die. He/she takes the thorn of my pillow, and it puts
the happiness in my heart to see again her. I know from this that you have
forgives me."
"Makes to keep silent, George there is not anything to forgive. You don't speak, you are also
ill. I have come to nurse her/it. And, with the help of God, you are able I lend,
both well again. With the help of God--there, dear, you are the whole world to
me!"
There was an intensity of love in the words whispered that you/they have thrilled
The heart of George. The lips of touched Agnes his/her ear as the last accents they were
breathed, so the least one that he could feel alone them.
"Thanks, Or, my darling, my Angel. Winds fevers won't kill me
now", it said George, but in a very weak voice.
Brave heart, George! Loving heart, Agnes! But fate wanted
otherwise. You would be united, but not then, not then; not up to that
You both you/they had crossed the mysterious river that has but a tide, and
what never flowing in to the gates of Eternity, but never returning.
Now after now that Agnes has fought with the fever of demon that was bite
to the vitals of his/her adored George. To intervals its care seemed to
you find the best of the trouble, and to cause to loosen him/it his
taking. But, alas! after twenty-four hours of incessant toil and
anxiety, endeared Agnes and poor it was forced to bear the mental agony of
die of Harkness that he/she sees. The last thing that he did was to smile above at her
covetous face, and it tries to thank her/it for all she had done for him. His
voice had gone; but she knew that that the slowly touching they burned lips it was
saying for everybody that. His/her arm slipping his/her shoulders under, tendency of Agnes
down, and never so softly raising him/it on, she pressed him/it to his/her breast
and he/she kissed him/it. Also as her it did so Harkness breathed his last. With a
I deep, Agnes allowed the dead body of gradually to sink down again on
the bed, composed the edges, closed the eyes, and it limited on the fallen ones