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Harte, Bret, 1836-1902

"A Ward of the Golden Gate"


"No. But YOU may, and if you want them I will furnish you with
such proofs as you may require."
"Thank you." He held out his hand with such a happy yet childish
gratitude upon his worn face that her own trembled slightly as she
took it. "Good-by!"
"I shall see you soon," she said.
"I shall be here," he said grimly.
"I think not," she returned, with the first relaxation of her
smileless face, and moved away.
As she passed out she asked to see the house surgeon. How soon did
he think the patient she had been conversing with could be removed
from the hospital with safety? Did Mrs. Argalls mean "far?" Mrs.
Argalls meant as far as THAT--tendering her card and eminently
respectable address. Ah!--perhaps in a week. Not before? Perhaps
before, unless complications ensued; the patient had been much run
down physically, though, as Mrs. Argalls had probably noticed, he
was singularly strong in nervous will force. Mrs. Argalls HAD
noticed it, and considered it an extraordinary case of conviction--
worthy of the closest watching and care. When he was able to be
moved she would send her own carriage and her own physician to
superintend his transfer. In the mean time he was to want for
nothing.


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