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19 heart is prone to feclfeel [sic], you are far from imagining with what deep concern the rccitalrecital [sic] of your woes has affcctedaffected [sic] me—the impression will remain as long as life. What! must I have a secrctsecret [sic], nay even a thought revcrscdreversed [sic] from you—from you who have a right after what you have intrusted me with, to scrutinize my very soul? but as I told you before, and as my foreboding heart apprehended, such is the nature of my woes, that I anı doomed to conceal them in eternal silence. Be not offended, charming friend, at a silcnccsilence [sic] whiehwhich [sic] is my grcatestgreatest [sic] torment. You are very unhappy; but I am more unhappy still. I'll be your constant companion; I'll endeavour to mitigate your sorrows, and help to case you in an employment too laborious for your delicatcdelicatc [sic] frame. Let me be a partaker of your grief, and when I behold you wecpingweeping [sic] ovcrover [sic] the tomb, I will mix my tears with yours. In her abrupt departure shcshe [sic] saw in Fonrosc's countenaneecountenance [sic] all the marks of an effected mind. Alas! said she, I have renewed his sufferings. O what suffcringssufferings [sic] must thcythey [sic] be, that can give him grounds to think himself more unhappy than I am. No more music, no more conversation. They neither secmedseemed [sic] to seek or shun cacheach [sic] other. Looks that spoke their thoughts wercwere [sic] all their language,—it was very exprcssiveexpressive [sic].

WhcnWhen [sic] hche [sic] beheld her wcepingweeping [sic] over her husband's grave, he beheld her with mute attention, full of jealousy, gricfgrief [sic] and pity, till her groans were echoed by his. A few days were past in this painful conflict, whcnwhen [sic] Adelaide took noticcnotice [sic] how the young man wasted away, like a blooming flower, just blasted by some malignant planet. The grief that