"This is Mrs. Harmen, Miss Dane," said Mrs. Slimmens. "She's the person
that fixed the shroud and helped tidy up. She's to take spells with you
and me watching until the funeral comes off."
"Very well," said Mollie, quietly. "Perhaps she had better go down with
you for the present. I will remain here for the rest of the day."
The two women quitted the apartment, and Mollie was left alone. She
removed the cloth and gazed sadly on the rigid face.
"Poor soul!" she thought, bitterly, "hers was a hard, hard life! Oh,
Carl Walraven! if you could look upon your work, surely even you would
feel remorse."
The entrance of Hugh Ingelow aroused her. She turned to him her pale,
sweet face and earnest blue eyes.
"I want to thank you so much, Mr. Ingelow, and I can not. You are very,
very, very good."
He took the hand she held out and kissed it.
"One word from you would repay me for ten times as much. May I share
your watch for a couple of hours?"
"For as long as you will. I want to tell you the story she told me on
her death-bed. You have been so good to me--no brother could have been
more--that I can have no secrets from you.
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