He had dealt with many and many a trial.

Never was he plunged into despair until after the dread crisis had come to pass.

His red forehead, frowning and ridged with swelling blood-vessels, showed the bent of his mind.
"Oh, it is hard!" said Lenore to Dorn.

"I'm so sorry! But don't give up.
While there's life there's hope!" He looked up with tears in his eyes.
"Thank you....

I did weaken.