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Ay, it is it; I know the sound of it well. It is at hand—it stops. So, Madaline, you are the first to meet us.—Ha! here he is.

My son!

My father!

Yes, Edmond, I will now, indeed, be thy father; and to be worthy of thee and of thine excellent mother, will be the business of my future life. Thy noble nature shall not be put to pain for me any more. I shall see thee virtuous and happy: that will be my portion in this world, and worth all that my folly and extravagance have deprived me of.