"You don't think, Sue, do yer," said Connie, "that _us_ could stop
seekin' yer until we found yer?"
Sue gave a startled cry.
"Connie--Connie! Oh Connie! 'ow is Giles?"
"'E wants yer more than anything in all the world."
"Then he--he's--still alive?"
"Yus, he's still alive; but he wants yer. He thought you was in the
country, gettin' pretty rooms for you and him. But oh, Sue! he's goin'
to a more beautiful country now."
Sue didn't cry. She was about to say something, when Harris bent
forward.
"God in 'eaven bless yer!" he said in a husky voice. "God in 'eaven give
back yer strength for that noble deed yer ha' done for me an' mine! But
it's all at an end now, Susan--all at an end--for I myself 'ave tuk the
matter in 'and, an' hall you 'as to do is to get well as fast as ever
yer can for the sake o' Giles."
"You mustn't excite her any more to-night," said the nurse then, coming
forward; "seeing," she added, "that you have given the poor little thing
relief. You can come again to-morrow; but now she must stay quiet."
Late as the hour was when Harris and Connie left St. Thomas's Hospital,
Harris turned to Connie.
"I've some'ut to do--and to-night. Shall I take yer 'ome first, or wull
yer come with me?"
"Oh, I will come with you, father," said Connie.
"Wull then, come along."
They walked far--almost as far as Cheapside.
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