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in requisition, she muttered: “Little would they care if Hester died
upon my hands. And she will die too,” she continued, as by the fading
daylight she saw the pallor deepen on her daughter’s face.

And Hagar was right, for Hester’s sands were nearer run than those of
Mrs. Miller. The utmost care might not, perhaps, have saved her; but
the matter was not tested; and when the long clock at the head of the
stairs struck the hour of midnight she murmured: “It is getting dark
here, mother–so dark–and I am growing cold. Can it be death?”

“Yes, Hester, ’tis death,” answered Hagar, and her voice was
unnaturally calm as she laid her hand on the clammy brow of her
daughter.

An hour later, and Madam Conway, who sat dozing in the parlor below,
ready for any summons which might come from Margaret’s room, was
roused by the touch of a cold, hard hand, and Hagar Warren stood
before her.

“Come,” she said, “come with me;” and, thinking only of Margaret,
Madam Conway arose to follow her. “Not there–but thi