Was it my fault?
Lo, was it my fault ?" "Be quiet!" said Holmes, sternly.
"Is it THAT ?" he gasped, shrilly.

"My God! not that! I can't bear it!" Lois soothed him, patting his face childishly.
"Am I dyin' now ?" she asked, with a frightened look at Holmes.
He told her no, cheerfully.
"I've no tho't o' dyin'.

I dunnot thenk o' dyin'.

Don't mind, dear! Yoh'll stay with me, fur good ?" The man's paroxysm of fear for her over, his spite and cowardice came uppermost.
"It's him," he yelped, looking fiercely at Holmes.

"He's got my life in his hands.