The Coachmaster 



to die, boy," he said in his hearty old way, 

 " not a bit, not a bit." 



He bade me a very tender farewell 

 when my work compelled me to return to 

 London, and I never saw him again. 



The niofht after I left him he said to 

 Mary, " Now my dearie, I'm feeling quite 

 tired and I'm going to have a good three 

 hours' sleep." It was then ten o'clock, 

 and about one, the loving watcher knew 

 that the deep sleep of exhaustion had 

 drifted into the deepest sleep of all. 



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