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“
We
don
’
t
know
yet
,
”
he
answered
.
“
Oh
,
Annie
—
—
”
Then
suddenly
the
Governor
checked
himself
.
He
,
the
indomitable
,
could
not
break
down
now
.
“
The
doctor
is
with
him
,
”
he
said
;
“
we
are
doing
all
we
can
.
Try
and
be
brave
,
Annie
.
There
is
always
hope
.
This
is
a
terrible
day
’
s
work
.
God
forgive
us
all
.
”
She
pressed
forward
,
but
he
held
her
back
.
“
No
,
don
’
t
see
him
now
.
Go
into
the
next
room
.
Garnett
,
take
care
of
her
.
”
But
she
would
not
be
denied
.
She
pushed
by
Magnus
,
and
,
breaking
through
the
group
that
surrounded
her
son
,
sank
on
her
knees
beside
him
,
moaning
,
in
compassion
and
terror
.
Harran
lay
straight
and
rigid
upon
the
floor
,
his
head
propped
by
a
pillow
,
his
coat
that
had
been
taken
off
spread
over
his
chest
.
One
leg
of
his
trousers
was
soaked
through
and
through
with
blood
.
His
eyes
were
half
-
closed
,
and
with
the
regularity
of
a
machine
,
the
eyeballs
twitched
and
twitched
.
His
face
was
so
white
that
it
made
his
yellow
hair
look
brown
,
while
from
his
opened
mouth
,
there
issued
that
loud
and
terrible
sound
of
guttering
,
rasping
,
laboured
breathing
that
gagged
and
choked
and
gurgled
with
every
inhalation
.
“
Oh
,
Harrie
,
Harrie
,
”
called
Mrs
.
Derrick
,
catching
at
one
of
his
hands
.
The
doctor
shook
his
head
.
“
He
is
unconscious
,
Mrs
.
Derrick
.
”
