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180 made of stone, he is hard as adamant! I tried to move him with my own bosom—my breast is torn and bleeding—but him I could not move an inch! Grandfather, tell me, how can you manage with such a friend?

I have known him now—I have known him through my griefs and joys—he can make me weep no more now.

Will he not let me know him also?

Why, he will, of course. Nothing else will satisfy him.

Very well, I shall see how hard he can be! I shall stay here near the window without saying a word; I