orgotten him.

"Will you turn the lamp down a little?" she said at last; "I cannot bear
the light."

Then his heart grew braver in the shadow, and he spoke. Nursing was
to him, he said, his chosen life's work. He wanted no money if-- She
stopped him.

"I take no service for which I do not pay," she said. "What I gave to my
last nurse I will give to you; if you do not like it you may go."

And Gregory muttered humbly, he would take it.

Afterward she tried to turn herself. He lifted her! Ah! a shrunken
little body, he could feel its weakness as he touched it. His hands were
to him glorified for what they had done.

"Thank you! that is so nice. Other people hurt me when they touch me,"
she said. "Thank you!" Then after a little while she repeated humbly,
"Thank you; they hurt me so."

Gregory sat down trembling. His little ewe-lamb, could they hurt her?

The doctor said of Gregory four days after, "She is the most experienced
nurse I ever came in contact with."

Gregory, standing in the passage, heard it and laughed in his heart.
What need had he of experience? Experience teaches us in a millennium
what passion teaches us in an hour. A Kaffer studies all his life the
discerning of distant sounds; but he will never hear my step, when my
love hears it, coming to her window in the dark over the short grass.

At first Gregory's heart was sore when day by day the body grew lighter,
and the mouth he fed took less; but afterward he grew accustomed to it,
and was happy. For passion has one cry, one only--"Oh, to touch thee,
Beloved!"

In that quiet room Lyndall lay on the bed with the dog at her feet, and
Gregory sat in his dark corner watching.

She seldom slept, and through those long, long days she would lie
watching the round streak of sunlight that came through the knot in the
shutter, or the massive lion's paw on which the wardrobe rested. What
thoughts were in those eyes? Gregory wondered; he dared not ask.

Sometimes Doss where he lay on her feet would dream that they two were
in the cart, tearing over the veld, with the black horses snorting, and
the wind in their faces; and he would start up in his sleep and
bark aloud. Then awaking, he would lick his mistress' hand almost
remorsefully, and slink quietly down into his place.

Gregory thought she had no pain, she never groaned; only sometimes, when
the light was near her, he thought he could see contractions about her
lips and eyebrows.

He slept on th