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AN UNFINISHED SONG
Then we remained silent, both he and I. The minutes wore by, but neither spoke. My sister came to our rescue. She entered the room and greeted Mr. Roy, which greeting having been returned he said,
"I have to go to the interior this evening in connection with a case. I may have to remain there for more than a week. I hope I shall hear from you."
He then rose and held out his hand to bid me farewell. Once more he spoke to me, his voice was low and sad, it was almost pitiable to hear him.
"I have no more to say. My life, my death, are both in your hands. Consider this before you act further."
With these words he left the room.
