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 calmly drops into eternity, to renew its vigour in the puropure [sic] source of immortality. But alas! how distant is the prospect! how slowly it passes away! In saying these words, the shepherdess moved on; her head declined with a supineness in her attitude, which gave ease and dignity to her gait and mein. Struck with amazement at what they saw, and moromore [sic] at what thoythey [sic] heard, the Count and Countess redoubled their steps to overtake her. But what was their surprise, when, under the coarso [sic] straw hat and mean apparel, they met with every beauty, every grace. Pray, child, said the Countess, (finding shoshe [sic] endeavourodendeavoured [sic] to shun them,) be not alarmed, we aroare [sic] travellers, and an accident obliges us to ask for shelter till morning in onoone [sic] of your cabins; be so kind as bobe [sic] our guido.guide. [sic] I am very sorry, madam, answered thothe [sic] shepherdess, blushing and casting down her eyes, that you will be but ill accommodated, as these huts belong to very poor people. You live here, I suppose, said the Countess, and surely I may put up with the inconveniences for one night, when you undergo them continually. ThoreThere [sic] is a widowide [sic] difference, said the modest shepherdess, I am brought up to it. I cannot believe that, interrupted Count Fonrose, not able any longer to hidohide [sic] his emotion; no—you wore not formed for such hardships. Fortune is unjust, or how is it possible that so lovely a person should bobe [sic] reduced to live obscurely in so low and ordinary a dress. Fortune, replied Adelaide, (so was the shepherdess named,) is not to be blamed, but when she deprives us of what she has given us beforobefore [sic]. My condition has its sweets for one that knows no other state in life. Custom and example create wants for the wealthy, which the poor aroare [sic] ignorant of. It may be so with those that are born in this solitude, said the Count; but for you, charming unknown, you are not what you seem to bobe [sic]: your air, your voice, your language, all betray your disguise. Thesothese [sic] few words you have said, discover a noble soul, and a cultivated education. O! tell us, lovely creature, what cruel turn of fatofate [sic] has brought you to this couditioncondition [sic]? A man under misfortune, replied Adelaide,