`` Oh , Wes , Wes , can you forgive me ? I 've been a wicked , stubborn woman -- and I 've spoiled our lives . Forgive me . '' He held his thin trembling arms around her and devoured her face with his eyes . `` Dosia , when did you come ? Did you know I was sick ? '' `` Wes , I ca n't talk till you say you 've forgiven me . '' `` Oh , Dosia , you have just as much to forgive . We were both too set . I should have been more considerate . '' `` Just say , I forgive you , Dosia , ' '' she entreated . `` I forgive you , Dosia , '' he said gently , `` and oh , it 's so good to see you once more , darling . There has n't been an hour since I left you that I have n't longed for your sweet face . If I had thought you really cared I 'd have gone back . But I thought you did n't . It broke my heart . You did though , did n't you ? '' `` Oh , yes , yes , yes , '' she said , holding him more closely , with her tears falling . When the young doctor from Red Butte came that evening he found a great improvement in his patient . Joy and happiness , those world-old physicians , had done what drugs and medicines had failed to do .
`` I 'm going XXXXX get better , Doc , '' said Wesley .
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