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Compassion Fuses the Professor’s Heart

           ThenIsawhimtaketheflaskthatwashangingathisside.Tomyamazementheplaceditonmylips.

           "Drink!"saidhe.

           HadIheardhim?Wasmyunclebesidehimself?Istaredat,himstupidly,andfeltasifIcouldnotunderstandhim.

           "Drink!"hesaidagain.

           Andraisinghisflaskheemptiediteverydropbetweenmylips.

           Oh!infinitepleasure!aslendersipofwatercametomoistenmyburningmouth.Itwasbutonesipbutitwasenoughtorecallmyebbinglife.

           Ithankedmyunclewithclaspedhands.

           "Yes,"hesaid,"adraughtofwater;butitistheverylastyouhear!thelast.Ihadkeptitasaprecioustreasureatthebottomofmyflask.Twentytimes,nay,ahundredtimes,haveIfoughtagainstafrightfulimpulsetodrinkitoff.Butno,Axel,Ikeptitforyou."

           "Mydearuncle,"Isaid,whilsthottearstrickleddownmyface.

           "Yes,mypoorboy,Iknewthatassoonasyouarrivedatthesecrossroadsyouwoulddrophalfdead,andIkeptmylastdropofwatertoreanimateyou."

           "Thankyou,thankyou,"Isaid.Althoughmythirstwasonlypartiallyquenched,yetsomestrengthhadreturned.Themusclesofmythroat,untilthencontracted,nowrelaxedagain;andtheinflammationofmylipsabatedsomewhat;andIwasnowabletospeak.

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