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 God, who pities the frailties of his creatures, and pours balm upon the wounds which his justice sees proper to inflict?' He promised to keep up a constant correspondence with me. 'When I cease to write (said he), you may be convinced that either my faculties have failed me, or—I am no more.'

"Our journey commenced at night; the ensuing day we lay by in an obscure cottage, and the following night reached our habitation. My domestic arrangements were soon made. I changed my name; and, from the retirement of my house, and its being entirely out of the beaten track, had not a fear of being discovered. Here had my bosom been free from the pangs of conscience, I might again have experienced some small degree of peace; but horror and remorse had taken possession of me, and the spirit of the murdered Philippe continually haunted my steps; life was so great a burden, that often should I have been tempted to raise a desperate hand against it but for your sake.