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I do n't want anything else . I will be all right . '' Jennie begged him not to talk of it , but he would . One day at four o'clock he had a sudden sinking spell , and at five he was dead . Jennie held his hands , watching his labored breathing ; once or twice he opened his eyes to smile at her . `` I do n't mind going , '' he said , in this final hour . `` I 've done what I could . ''