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state bordering on frenzy, and has remained in the same state, kneeling at the end of her bed, until this morning death put an end to her sufferings. That is all, Mr. Holmes, and I am sure that I can rely upon your discretion and that of your friend.”
Holmes grasped the doctor's hand.
“Come, Watson,” said he, and we passed from that house of grief into the pale sunlight of the winter day.