But I have not even the right to die! My poor old parents have already sorrows enough.

What would it be, Great God! if I were to condemn them to bear the loss of their son ?" This complaint, punctuated with sighs and tears, lacerated the heart of Clementine.

The poor child wept too, for she loved Leon with her whole soul, but she was interdicted from telling him so.

More than once, on seeing him half dying before her, she felt tempted to throw her arms about his neck, but the recollection of Fougas paralyzed all her tender impulses.
"My poor friend," said she, "you judge me very wrongfully if you think me insensible to your sufferings.

I have known you thoroughly, Leon, and that too since my very childhood.