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¡¡¡¡'I know that well,' said I. 'But tell me now.' ¡¡¡¡'Would you ride with me a little way tomorrow morning?' asked my aunt. ¡¡¡¡'Of course.' ¡¡¡¡'At nine,' said she. 'I'll tell you then, my dear.' ¡¡¡¡At nine, accordingly, we went out in a little chariot, and drove to London. We drove a long way through the streets, until we came to one of the large hospitals. Standing hard by the building was a plain
' said my aunt. 'He is gone!' ¡¡¡¡'Did he die in the hospital?' ¡¡¡¡'Yes.' ¡¡¡¡She sat immovable beside me; but, again I saw the stray tears on her face. ¡¡¡¡'He was there once before,' said my aunt presently. 'He was ailing a long time - a shattered, broken man, these many years. When he knew his state in this last illness, he asked them to send for me. He was sorry then. Very sorry.'