'
She uttered a cry, stretching out her hands. A head was leaning
against her, and she bent down to lay hers against it.
'O Bob! What are you doin' here? Why are you in the dark? What's the
matter, Bob?'
'I've had an accident, Penny. I feel awful bad. Your mother's gone
out to buy a candle. Have they been coming after me?'
'Yes, yes. But I didn't know you was here. I came to ask if they
knew where you was. O Bob! what's happened to you? Why are you lyin'
there, Bob?'
She had folded her arms about him, and held his face to hers,
sobbing, kissing him.
'It's all up,' he gasped. 'I've been getting worse all day. You'll
have to fetch the parish doctor. They'll have me, but I can't help
it. I feel as if I was going.'
'They shan't take you, Bob. Oh no, they shan't. The doctor needn't
know who you are.'
'It was a cab knocked me down, when I was running. I'm awful bad,
Penny. You'll do something for me, won't you?'
'Oh, why didn't you send mother for me?'
The door opened. It was Mrs. Candy who entered. She slammed the
door, turned the key, and exclaimed in a low voice of alarm:
'Bob, there's the p'lice downstairs! They come just this minute.
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