But her eyes sought her husband's. "How long do they live?"

"Many months--perhaps years--without excitement--"

This then had been the reason for his tenderness. He had known that she

was going to die, and was sorry. But for ten years she had wanted what

he might have given her--what he couldn't give her now--life as she had

dreamed of it.

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