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Elithe had sat upstairs in the darkness praying that Jack Percy might live, or if he died, that no harm might come to Paul. Hearing no sound from below, and anxious to know how matters were, she ventured down at last. In the confusion she had seen only the outline of Jack's face and this in semi-darkness. Now, as she entered the room she had a full view of it as he lay on his back, with the light of a lamp falling upon it. Clarice was sitting with her head upon a table,-Paul at the foot of the lounge, and a doctor on either side, nodding in their chairs and paying no attention either to Miss Hansford or Elithe, until startled by a loud cry from the latter.
"It's Mr. Pennington! How came he here? " and, throwing out her arms, Elithe dropped by the side of the couch as if she had been shot. "Mr. Pennington," she repeated, "you must not die; you shall not."