THE LIVING DEAD.
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trembled from head to foot, pressed her hand to her side. "My husband, thank God, my husband!" she exclaimed.
She would have fallen. The strong arms embraced her and set her on the bench again.
The long waiting was over. She opened her eyes, and beamed on the face of him who was dead. "I did what was right!" she murmured; her arm clasped his neck.
"God has rewarded me!" The wearied head fell on his breast.
The shock, the revulsion of feeling was too great!
The smile the moonlight illuminated settled into a fixed expression of peace and rest.
The doctor's wife was Dead!
