Capitolo 51
betrayed; but there were not wounded torn, and the goodbye of the
friends were the most touching for his/her brevity.
"Old boy, as is it?" faltered that.
"The most greater part through, thank sky!" talked to low voice the other.
"Can I say or can I make anything for you anywheres?"
"Takes my house of things, and says theirs that I did better mine."
"I want! I want!"
"Good hi, Ned."
"Good hi, John, good hi!"
They kissed each other, softly as women and so uniforms, for
Poor Ned could not be to see his/her comrade die. For a small
while, there was no sound in the room but the dripping of water, from
a log or two and the painful gasps of John as him slowly
breathed away his/her life. I almost thought him/it gone, and you/he/she had had as soon as
it placed down the fan, while believing his/her help to be had need more,
when suddenly he above of rose in his/her bed, and he/she cried out with a bitterness
to whine that you/he/she has broken the silence, while brusquely frightening every one with his
agonized appeal:
"For the cause of God, gives me air!"
It was the only pain to whine or death had wrung from him, the only one
advantage to which he had asked; and none of us could grant him/it for all the,
you wait that have blown now they were useless. Flung of Dan on the window. The
before red line of dawn was heating the grey east, a herald of
the next sun; John saw him/it, and with the love of light that
it lingers in us at the end, it seemed to read in him a signal of the hope of
helps, for, on his/her whole face there it broke that mysterious
expression, more diamond of some smile that it often comes to eyes
that glance theirs last. He was placed down softly; and,
stretching out his/her correct and strong arm, as whether to grab and to bring the
blessed air to his/her lips in a strong flow, obsolete in a merciful
unawareness that assured us that for him to suffer was
forever past. He died then; for, although the heavy breaths still
lacerated above their way for an a little longer, them they were but the waves of
a tide that declines that you/he/she has struck not felt against the shipwreck that a