It is well for us -- for you -- that I am -- dying . Your path will be clear -- you will be good and successful -- but you will always -- remember me . '' Telford bent and pressed his lips to Min 's pain-blanched mouth . `` Do you think -- we will -- ever meet again ? '' she said faintly . `` Out there -- it 's so dark -- God can never -- forgive me -- I 've been so -- wicked . '' `` Min , the all-loving Father is more merciful than man . He will forgive you , if you ask Him , and you will wait for me till I come . I will stay here and do my duty -- I will try hard -- '' His voice broke . Min 's great black eyes beamed out on him with passionate tenderness . The strong , deep , erring nature yielded at last . An exceeding bitter cry rose to her lips . `` Oh , God -- forgive me -- forgive me ! '' And with the cry , the soul of poor suffering , sinning , sinned-against Min Palmer fled -- who shall say whither ? Who shall say that her remorseful cry was not heard , even at that late hour , by a Judge more merciful than her fellow creatures ? Telford still knelt on the bare floor , holding in his arms the dead form of the woman he loved -- his , all his , in death , as she could never have been in life . Death had bridged the gulf between them . The room was very silent . To Min 's face had returned something of its girlhood 's innocence . The hard , unlovely lines were all smoothed out .
The little cripple crept timidly up XXXXX Telford , with the silky head of the dog pressed against his cheek .
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