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Show TWO OF THEM. His companions bent over him with pitiful earnestness, and stared beseechingly into his waxen features. Again came the flutter of the eyelids, but this time his will mastered approaching approach-ing death. His lips weakly struggled to execute his last commands, and the friends bent closer to hear the faltering whisper. "I am gone? Yes er I know. Go to Milly Toll her er I died with her name on my lips; that I er have loved her her alone or always. And Bessie tell er toll Bessie the same thing." London Weekly Telegraph. |