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As we said before, only those who have watched by the sick-bed of one they love better than themselves can picture the next few days.
Doctor May had made the nurse understand that "Miss Mordaunt" had a right to be with Colonel Dacre, and the two watched every night together, expecting every hour to be the last. Miss Mordaunt was worn to a shadow with these anxious nights, for she did not even rest in the daytime, like her companion. How could she sleep through these precious minutes, which might be the only comfort in the future -- a memory that would be more to her than any living love?