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Dying Words

His companion bent over the dying man, to catch the last faintly whispered words.

The utterance came with pitiful feebleness, yet with sufficient clearness:

“I am dying – yes. Go to Fanny. Tell her – I died – with her name – on my lips, that I – loved her – her alone – always … And Jenny – tell Jenny – the same thing.”

 

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