Hallowed be thy name." The man, leaning upon his shaking hands before him, stood there, for these moments at least, a harrowed thing.

Not a single individual of his acquaintance would have known him.
"I want to see her before the breath leaves her," he gave forth in a harsh, broken whisper.

"I want to speak.

Let me see her." Dr.Warren left his chair slowly.

Out of a thousand chances against her, might this one chance be for her,--the chance of her hearing, and being called back to the shores she was drifting from, by this stiff, conventional fellow's voice.