"
She kissed him on the lips. She felt as if she, too, were dying.
"God guard your Highness," he said. "It is dark. . . . I do not
see you. . . . "
He tried to raise himself, but he could not. He sank back,
settled deeply into the pillow, and smiled. After that he lay
very still.
End of Project Gutenberg's Etext The Puppet Crown, by Harold MacGrath
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