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an outcast from her home, solitary, uncertain of the future,

reaping misery from what seemed to promise the happiness of her

declining years! Poor Renzo! what a night didst thou pass! what

an apartment! what a bed for a matrimonial couch! tormented, too,

with apprehensions of the future! "I submit to the will of God,"

said he, speaking aloud, "to the will of God! He does only that

which is right; I accept it all as a just chastisement for my

sins. Lucy, however, is so good! the Lord will not long afflict

her with suffering."