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KATHLEEN fell on her knees beside her father. Her heart was beating wildly, but she was still mistress of herself. She remembered that the first thing to do in a case of seizure was to loosen the patient's collar. His face had assumed a death-like pallor now; his mouth was open, and a little foam had formed about his lips; he was breathing stertorously. She was still fumbling with his collar when he opened his eyes. In his helplessness, all the passions that had raged in both of them during the last few moments were forgotten, and a great wave of tenderness surged up in her.
"Poor little daddy," she murmured: "Now you must lie quite still while I telephone for the doctor."
His hard, features relaxed into something like a smile; he shook his head.
"No," he said, speaking with difficul
