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But I enjoyed friends, dear not only through habit and

association, but from their own merits; and wherever I am, the

soothing voice of my Elizabeth and the conversation of Clerval

will be ever whispered in my ear. They are dead, and but one

feeling in such a solitude can persuade me to preserve my life.

If I were engaged in any high undertaking or design, fraught with

extensive utility to my fellow creatures, then could I live to

fulfil it. But such is not my destiny; I must pursue and destroy

the being to whom I gave existence; then my lot on earth will be

fulfilled and I may die."

My beloved Sister,

September 2d.