The doctor says that there is very little hope that he will survive until evening.
It is a case of malignant typhoid." "You are very old friends ?" Ezra remarked, looking thoughtfully at his father.
"I have known him since we were boys together," the other replied, with a slight dry cough, which was the highest note of his limited emotional gamut.

"Your mother, Ezra, died upon the very day that Harston's wife gave birth to this daughter of his, seventeen years ago.

Mrs.Harston only survived a few days.

I have heard him say that, perhaps, we should also go together.

We are in the hands of a higher Power, however, and it seems that one shall be taken and another left." "How will the money go if the doctors are right ?" Ezra asked keenly.
"Every penny to the girl.