{"product_id":"2940014044097","title":"The Prayer","description":"'It is but giving over of a game.\u003cbr\u003eThat must be lost.'--PHILASTER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Come, Mrs Arne--come, my dear, you must not give way like this! You\u003cbr\u003ecan't stand it--you really can't! Let Miss Kate take you away--now\u003cbr\u003edo!' urged the nurse, with her most motherly of intonations.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Yes, Alice, Mrs Joyce is right. Come away--do come away--you are only\u003cbr\u003emaking yourself ill. It is all over; you can do nothing! Oh, oh, do\u003cbr\u003ecome away!' implored Mrs Arne's sister, shivering with excitement and\u003cbr\u003enervousness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA few moments ago Dr Graham had relinquished his hold on the pulse of\u003cbr\u003eEdward Arne with the hopeless movement of the eyebrows that meant--the\u003cbr\u003eend.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe nurse had made the little gesture of resignation that was possibly\u003cbr\u003ea matter of form with her. The young sister-in-law had hidden her face\u003cbr\u003ein her hands. The wife had screamed a scream that had turned them all\u003cbr\u003ehot and cold--and flung herself on the bed over her dead husband.\u003cbr\u003eThere she lay; her cries were terrible, her sobs shook her whole body.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe three gazed at her pityingly, not knowing what to do next. The\u003cbr\u003enurse, folding her hands, looked towards the doctor for directions,\u003cbr\u003eand the doctor drummed with his fingers on the bed-post.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe young girl timidly stroked the shoulder that heaved and writhed\u003cbr\u003eunder her touch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Go away! Go away!' her sister reiterated continually, in a voice\u003cbr\u003ehoarse with fatigue and passion.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Leave her alone, Miss Kate,' whispered the nurse at last; 'she will\u003cbr\u003ework it off best herself, perhaps.'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe turned down the lamp as if to draw a veil over the scene. Mrs Arne\u003cbr\u003eraised herself on her elbow, showing a face stained with tears and\u003cbr\u003epurple with emotion.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'What! Not gone?' she said harshly. 'Go away, Kate, go away! It is my\u003cbr\u003ehouse. I don't want you, I want no one--I want to speak to my husband.\u003cbr\u003eWill you go away--all of you. Give me an hour, half-an-hour--five\u003cbr\u003eminutes!'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe stretched out her arms imploringly to the doctor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Well...' said he, almost to himself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe signed to the two women to withdraw, and followed them out into the\u003cbr\u003epassage. 'Go and get something to eat,' he said peremptorily, 'while\u003cbr\u003eyou can. We shall have trouble with her presently. I'll wait in the\u003cbr\u003edressing-room.'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe glanced at the twisting figure on the bed, shrugged his shoulders,\u003cbr\u003eand passed into the adjoining room, without, however, closing the door\u003cbr\u003eof communication. Sitting down in an arm-chair drawn up to the fire,\u003cbr\u003ehe stretched himself and closed his eyes. The professional aspects of\u003cbr\u003ethe case of Edward Arne rose up before him in all its interesting\u003cbr\u003eforms of complication...","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47073865793776,"sku":"2940014044097","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940014044097_p0.jpg?v=1763599566","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940014044097","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}