She opened her eyes wonderingly at his call , looking up with a dazed , appealing expression of pain and dread . A low moan broke from her white lips . Telford sprang to his feet in a tumult of quivering joy . `` Min , dear , '' he said gently , `` you have been hurt -- not seriously , I hope . I must leave you for a minute while I run for help -- I will not be long . '' `` Come back , '' said Min in a low but distinct tone . He paused impatiently . `` It is of no use to get help , '' Min went on calmly . `` I 'm dying -- I know it . Oh , my God ! '' She pressed her hand to her side and writhed . Telford turned desperately to the door . Min raised her arm . `` Come here , '' she said resolutely . He obeyed mutely . She looked up at him with bright , unquailing eyes . `` Do n't you go one step -- do n't leave me here to die alone . I 'm past help -- and I 've something to say to you . I must say it and I have n't much time . '' Telford hardly heeded her in his misery .
`` Min , let me go for XXXXX -- let me do something , '' he implored .
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