A hundred, a thousand to one; even so; Not a hope in the world remained: The swarming howling wretches below Gained and gained and gained. Skene looked at his pale young wife:— `Is the time come?`—`The time is come!`— Young, strong, and so full of life: The agony struck them dumb. Close his arm about her now, Close her cheek to his, Close the pistol to her brow— God forgive them this! `Will it hurt much?`—`No, mine own: I wish I could bear the pang for both.` `I wish I could bear the pang alone: Courage, dear, I am not loth.` Kiss and kiss: `It is not pain Thus to kiss and die. One kiss more.`—`And yet one again.`— `Good-bye.`—`Good-bye.`SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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