'
She had to leave him thus.
The next day his breathing was so harassed that he had to be
raised against pillows. But throughout the hours of daylight his
mind was clear, and from time to time he whispered words of
tenderness in reply to Amy's look. He never willingly
relinquished her hand, and repeatedly he pressed it against his
cheek or lips. Vainly he still endeavoured to recall his friend's
address.
'Couldn't Mr Carter discover it for you?' Amy asked.
'Perhaps. You might try.'
She would have suggested applying to Jasper Milvain, but that
name must not be mentioned. Whelpdale, also, would perchance know
where Biffen lived, but Whelpdale's address he had also
forgotten.
At night there were long periods of delirium; not mere confused
muttering, but continuous talk which the listeners could follow
perfectly.
For the most part the sufferer's mind was occupied with revival
of the distress he had undergone whilst making those last efforts
to write something worthy of himself. Amy's heart was wrung as
she heard him living through that time of supreme misery--misery
which she might have done so much to alleviate, had not selfish
fears and irritated pride caused her to draw further and further
from him.
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