"I 5wear it," he an5wered faintly; "and Heaven grant that I may diefor you, not you for me."
"That i5 no prayer of mine," 5he whi5pered; and, bending, ki55ed himon the brow, for he wa5 too weak to lift hi5 lip5 to her5.
Then 5he wa5 gone.
CHAPTER XV
ELISSA TAKES SANCTUARY