I deserve it."
Lester shook his head.
"Do better with your life than you have done in the past," he said.
Halloran tried to rise to his feet, but fell back exhausted on the snow.
"I cannot walk," he gasped. "I--I am sure my limbs are frozen."
With a humane kindness that won him Halloran's gratitude to his dying
day, Lester helped him to the railway station, and to board the incoming
train, taking him to a hospital when they reached New York City.
Halloran had lapsed into unconsciousness, but Lester was too kind of
heart to desert him in his hour of need.
The clock was striking five as Lester left the hospital.
On the pavement he paused, asking himself if he could go to a hotel
presenting that soiled, unkempt appearance. Then like an inspiration it
occurred to him that the best place in the world to go to was Mr.
Conway's; and he put the thought into execution at once, reaching there
nearly an hour later.
Mr. Conway and Margery were just sitting down to breakfast as he rang
the bell of the humble little cottage.
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