God wot, I never knew I had so much religion and morality about me till I came to write.

If I do not have a care this tale of mine will turn out almost as painful as a book of devotion which they set children to read on saints' days to keep them from being over-happy.
But I subdued my feelings and drew up somewhat nearer to Katrin.
"My Little Sister--" so I began, cunningly, as I thought--"my sister Helene is, indeed, fortunate to have so fair a friend, and one so devoted--" "As my brother Michael, yes," she twittered, with her most ponderous, cage-bird manner; "yes, indeed, he _is_ devoted to her." "No," said I, hastily (confound the great hulking camel!), "I mean such a faithful friend as yourself.

I, alas, have no friend.

I am cut off from all society of my kind.

Often and often have I felt the weight of loneliness press heavy upon me in this darksome tower." I saw Helene rise, go to the window, and glance across with such a peculiar smile that I knew as well as if I had seen her that Christian's Elsa was at her window with her music, looking across for me between each bar.