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Whether sleeping or waking the picture was always there, of the dead man
on the floor with the blood-stains on his face, and she felt the touch
of the clammy hands which she had folded upon his breast. She could not
go to school again, for in her morbid state of mind to study was
impossible, and so she staid at home, brooding over the past and
shrinking from the future, with no companionship except that of Rover,
who seemed so fully to understand and sympathize with her. Oftentimes
when her work for the day was done, and she sat down listlessly upon a
little seat beneath the apple tree which grew in the yard, the dog would
go to her, and putting his head in her lap, gaze into her face with such
a human look of pity in his eyes that her tears would fall like rain, as
she wound her arms around his neck and sobbed:
"Oh, dear old Rover, you know, and you are sorry for me. What should I
do without you! What shall I do when you are gone?" and the white lips
would frame a prayer that Rover might be spared to her long, for without
him life would be intolerable.


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