One of the doctors made a hasty motion as if to draw her back , but the other checked him . `` It does n't matter now , '' he said significantly . Stephen Fair turned his languid , unshorn head on the pillow . His dull , fevered eyes met Emily 's . He had not recognized anyone all day , but he knew his wife . `` Emily ! '' he whispered . Emily drew his head close to her face and kissed his lips passionately . `` Stephen , I 've come back to you . Forgive me -- forgive me -- say that you forgive me . '' `` It 's all right , my girl , '' he said feebly . She buried her face in the pillow beside his with a sob . In the wan , grey light of the autumn dawn the old doctor came to the bedside and lifted Emily to her feet . She had not stirred the whole night . Now she raised her white face with dumb pleading in her eyes . The doctor glanced at the sleeping form on the bed . `` Your husband will live , Mrs. Fair , '' he said gently . `` I think your coming saved him . His joy turned the ebbing tide in favour of life . '' `` Thank God ! ''
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