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About 4 of the afternoon my father, who had lain for some hours in a state bordering on stupor, and whose breathing had latterly become harsh and difficult, rose suddenly in his bed and called to me in a strong voice. I was by his side in a moment and lifted him up as he signified I should do. A mortal whiteness was in his face and I saw the end was approaching.
"I have no fear," he said, in a sort of sick ecstasy. "I can be true to myself at the last, thank God! The soul triumphs over the body. "