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Updated: June 24, 2025
The heavy eyelids fluttered and lifted, and a pair of haggard, dark eyes gazed up at him. A wan smile parted those pallid lips. "Dear Jasper! I knew you would come. Have you seen the baby? It is a boy." "My own, I have thought only of you. My poor pale wife, how awfully death-like you look!" "But I am not going to die Doctor Godroy says so," smiling gently. "And now you must go, for I cannot talk.
"Do your best, Doctor Godroy, and for God's sake let me know the worst or best as soon as may be. This suspense is horrible." Doctor Parker Godroy looked sympathetically at him through his gold-bowed spectacles. "I will do my best, Sir Jasper," he said, gravely. "The result is in the hands of the Great Dispenser of life and death. Send for the clergyman, and wait and hope."
Shadows crouched like evil things in the dusky corners, and round the bed, only darker shadows among the rest, knelt the dying man's family wife and daughter and son. And hovering aloof, with pale, anxious faces, stood the rector, the Reverend Cyrus Green, and Doctor Parker Godroy. The last hope was over, the last prayer had been said, the last faint breaths uttered between the dying lips.
"The Reverend Cyrus Green is here, sir. Shall I show him up?" "Yes no I cannot see him. Show him into the drawing-room until he is needed." "He will not be needed," said a voice at his elbow, and Doctor Parker Godroy came briskly forward. "My dear Sir Jasper, allow me to congratulate you! All is well, thank Heaven, and it is a son!"
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