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For some minutes he remained kneeling, his strong frame shaken by deep sobs, his lips murmuring some incoherent prayer. Then he felt a touch upon the shoulder. He looked up, shuddering. "Come! " said Haldane, looking darkly down upon him.
"No, no! " he cried, in the extremity of his agitation. "Let me stay here! Let me pray by her side a little while!"