letters had been written. "Moira," he muttered. "Moira," he muttered. The girl advanced slowly as the man made place. Her expression had been serious, but as she came forward she smiled softly. The girl advanced slowly as the man made place. Her expression had been serious, but as she came forward she smiled softly. "Harry," she was whispering, as he stared at her loveliness, "don't you know me?" "Harry," she was whispering, as he stared at her loveliness, "don't you know me?" "Moira!" he muttered weakly. "I'm not——" But his hands made no movement toward her and a warm flush spread over the part of his face that was visible. "Moira!" he muttered weakly. "I'm not——" But his hands made no movement toward her and a warm flush spread over the part of his face that was visible. "You've been very sick, Harry. But we came as soon as they'd let us. And you're going to get well, thank the Holy Virgin, and then——" "You've been very sick, Harry. But we came as soon as they'd let us. And you're going to get well, thank the Holy Virgin, and then——" "I'm not——" the words stuck in Jim Horton's throat. And he couldn't utter them. "I'm not——" the words stuck in Jim Horton's throat. And he couldn't utter them. "You're not what?" she questioned anxiously. "You're not what?" she questioned anxiously. Another pause of uncertainty. Another pause of uncertainty. "I—I'm not—very strong yet," he muttered weakly, turning his head to one side. "I—I'm not—very strong yet," he muttered weakly, turning his head to one side.
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