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Quiller-Couch, Arthur Thomas, Sir, 1863-1944

"Dead Man's Rock"

You have
friends in Lizard Town, but Lizard Town is a small world, Tom.
I ought to have sent you to London before, but kept putting off the
parting. If one could only foresee--could only foresee."
He raised himself slightly on his elbow, and continued with pain--
"You will go to Guy's, and Jasper, I hope, may go with you.
Be friends, boys; you will want friendship in this world. It will be
a struggle, for there is barely enough for both. But it is best to
share equally; _she_ would have wished that. She was always planning
that. I am doing it badly, I know, but she would have done it
better."
The chill December sun came stealing in and illumined the sick man's
face with a light that was the shadow of heaven. The strange doctor
moved to the blind. My uncle's voice arrested him--
"No, no. Leave it up. You will have to pull it down very soon--only
a few moments now. Tom, come closer. You have been a good boy, Tom,
a good boy, though"--with a faint smile--"a little trying at times.
Ah, but she forgave you, Tom. She loved you dearly; she will tell me
so--when we meet.


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