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                    13 not the shout of the multitude—she drew back her head into the coach—it dropped on the shoulder of her companion, “My dear! I follow thee! I follow thee!” she exclaimed, clasping her hands together —“sweet Jesus! receive both our souls!” They attempted to raise her head, to support her in their arms, but she sunk back lifeless; her spirit had accompanied him it loved; she died of stifled agony and a broken heart.