Vol. I, Chapter VI, pp. 152–153

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the sense of our misfortune is yet unalleviated; the silence of our father is uninterrupted, and there is something more distressing than tears in his unaltered sadness—while poor Elizabeth, seeking solitude and for ever weeping, already begins to feel the

p. 153
effects of incessant grief—for her colour is gone, and her eyes are hollow & lustreless
You must assist me in acquiring sufficient calmness to console my father and support my poor Elizabeth.