The boy seems run down every way . No , it is impossible to think of moving him again . Bringing him here last night did him a great deal of harm . Yes , you may see him , but he will not know you , I fear -- he is delirious and raves of his father and California . '' Miss Cynthia followed the doctor down the long ward . When he paused by a cot , she pushed past him . Wilbur lay tossing restlessly on his pillow . He was thin to emaciation , but his cheeks were crimson and his eyes burning bright . Miss Cynthia stooped and took the hot , dry hands in hers . `` Wilbur , '' she sobbed , `` do n't you know me -- Aunt Cynthia ? '' `` You are not my Aunt Cynthia , '' said Wilbur . `` Daddy said Aunt Cynthia was good and kind -- you are a cross , bad woman . I want Daddy . Why does n't he come ? Why does n't he come to little Wilbur ? '' Miss Cynthia got up and faced the doctor . `` He 's got to get better , '' she said stubbornly . `` Spare no expense or trouble . If he dies , I will be a murderess . He must live and give me a chance to make it up for him . ''
And he did live ; but XXXXX a long time it was a hard fight , and there were days when it seemed that death must win .
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