27/29 She shivered, and wrung her hands sharply together. "Promise this, and I am content to die. When he asks you--oh, my dear, my dear, promise me to say yes!" Lois had hidden her face in the pillow. "It was all my fault," she was saying to herself; "it is the only atonement I can make." "I will do anything you want me to," she said at last. "Oh, look at me! You give me life when you say that. |