"If you dream anything nice about me,
think I am thinking of you. If you should dream anything not nice,
think something is lying to you about me. I do not know if I shall
be allowed to come near you, but if I am--and I think I shall
be--sometimes, I shall laugh to myself to think how near I am, and
you fancying me a long way off! But any way all will be well, for
the great life, our God, our father, is, and in him we cannot but be
together."
After that she fell into a deep sleep, and slept for hours. Then
suddenly she sat up. Donal put his arm behind and supported her. She
looked a little wild, shuddered, murmured something he could not
understand, then threw herself back into his arms. Her expression
changed to a look of divinest, loveliest content, and she was gone.
CHAPTER LXXXII.
THE WILL.
When her will was read, it was found that, except some legacies, and
an annuity to Mrs. Brookes, she had left everything to Donal.
Mr. Graeme, rising the moment the lawyer looked up, congratulated
Donal--politely, not cordially, and took his leave.
"If you are walking towards home," said Donal, "I will walk with
you."
"I shall be happy," said Mr. Graeme--feeling it not a little hard
that one who would soon be heir presumptive to the title should have
to tend the family property in the service of a stranger and a
peasant.
"Lord Morven cannot live long," said Donal as they went.
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