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"What can you say to her? Comfort her, I tell you. Have you

arrived at this age, and know not how to administer consolation

to the afflicted? Have you never had any sorrow? Have you never

been visited by fear? Do you not know the language that consoles

in such moments? Speak this language to her then; find it in the

remembrance of your own misfortunes. Go directly."

When she was gone, he remained some time at the window, gazing at

the approaching carriage; he then looked at the setting sun, and

the glorious display of clouds about the horizon. He soon

withdrew, closed the window, and kept pacing the apartment in a

state of uneasy excitement.

CHAPTER XXI.