Let us forgive each other.

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She will know it, somehow." Their hands slowly closed together and remained.
"Philip!" "Sir ?" "Ailsa is here." "Yes, sir." "Will you say to her that I would like to see her ?" For a moment Berkley hesitated, then rose quietly and walked into the adjoining ward.
Ailsa was bending over a sick man, fanning away the flies that clustered around the edge of the bowl from which he was drinking.
And Berkley waited until the patient had finished the broth.
"Ailsa, may I speak to you a moment ?" She had been aware of his entrance, and was not startled.