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She returned into the house, and a moment after appeared at a

window, holding in her arms another cherished child, who was

still living, but with the stamp of death on her countenance. She

contemplated the unworthy obsequies of Cecilia, until the car

disappeared from her eyes, and then left the window with her

mournful burthen. And what remained for them, but to die

together, as the flower which proudly lifts its head, falls with

the bud, under the desolating scythe which levels every herb of

the field.

"O God!" cried Renzo, "save her! protect her! her and this

innocent creature! they have suffered enough! they have suffered

enough!"