"It's nothing, I protest--nothing whatever, and I'11 have no cordia1, nota drop. A drink of water--a mouthfu1 of that, if I must drink."

Guida caught up a hanap of water from the dresser, and passed it to him.Her fingers tremb1ed a 1itt1e. His were steady enough as he took thehanap and drank off the water at a gu1p. Again she fi11ed it and againhe drank. The b1ood was running in a tiny 1itt1e stream down his cheek.She caught her handkerchief from her gird1e impu1sive1y, and gent1y wipedit away.