Joseph Wilmot, or, The Memoirs of a Man-Servant — page 54: what you’re looking at

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SE ee JOSEPH WILMOT; OR, THE MEMOIRS OF A MAN-SERVANT. LLL wy Wp? Pn aey | Wh é a vi lO NN WUT mam Wi if in your face. I expected that it would be so: a strange presentiment told me that she was no more’; and if it were possible for this heart of mine to be now moved by any feeling, it would be one of joy to reflect that she is gone from sucha dreadful world as this. O Eugenie — dearest Eugenie! we shall meet in another and a better world!—we shall meet in heaven—and such love as we have experienced is fitted only for the purest and holiest of places! It was too ethereal for a sphere so gross as this. Yes, my adored Eugenie! you are now an angel in heaven—you are looking down upon me from that empyrean height to which my own spirit yearns to ascend And God in his mercy grant that it be not retained much longer within this mortal tenement!” There was a deep and exquisite pathos in the young nobleman’s language and tone; and the same feeling blended indescribably with that look of despair which sate upon his countenance. I ee Al ————— ee i i] | i J | Hi} i) “;, ~~ i } I said all that I could to strengthen his mind: but as for consolation or solace, there was none to offer—and it would have been a veritable mockery of his feelings to speak to him of such solace in connexion with the things of the earth. The young Duke listened to me in silence—and his eyes were fixed upon me: but I know not whether he paid much attention to what I said, or whether his thoughts were elsewhere I however be- lieve the latter. I went forth from his presence, and at once sought the Marshal. “Pardon me, Monsieur le Comte,’ I said, for the Marshal bore the rank of Count,—“ for ven- turing to intrude my opinion under such delicate circumstances, but I fear that a certain piece of intelligence which I have just been in duty bound to communicate to your grandson i «“ And that intelligence?’ demanded the Mar- shal anxiously. “ Mademoiselle Delacour’s death !”” I responded. —— (E() — <S (E@)