"
"You took off your tunic and laid it over me on the stretcher. Henderson
told me that; and you might have caught your death of cold--"
"Hush, my good man; you are talking too much."
"You doctors are all tyrants. I _will_ speak, for I may not be able
again. Reach me that writing-case. Yes. Open it and take out the things.
The Bible--her own Bible--is for the mater, with my love. My meerschaum
is for Jack Dunn; and please tell them both that you looked after
me--you 'had an eye to Henry.'"
This with a smile. Then, as Malcolm took a photograph out of the
case--"Ah, you did not know I had it? Emmie gave it me that time when
she--well, well, they put a pressure upon her, and I had nothing to
marry on--a pauper, eh?"
"She liked you the best of us two, Henry."
"Ay, but she did not like me well enough. I dreamt of her yesterday, and
I quite forgive her. If you care to keep that photo., you can, and the
case, and gold pen and studs."
"Now, my chap, you just drink this, and hold your tongue. Please God,
you and I will _both_ see Gartan parish again; and you may tell mother
and Jack that I stood by you and looked after you, if you please. You're
mad angry with me this minute; but I'm shutting you up for your good.
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