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THE TWILIGHT OF THE SOULS
"Oh," thought Addie, "if he would only make one more effort suddenly to see, to hear, to feel that he was dreaming . . . that he was dreaming! Oh, to have him get well . . . to see him get well, all at once, so that one knew it by the brightness in his eyes . . . and the untroubled look on his face! . . ."
Then he put his hand on Ernst's shoulder. The sick man stood up, walked along:
"Come on," he said, beckoning to Addie.
