'Tis a connection we cannot easily forget:- I
took his hand in mine; I repeated his name involuntary;--I felt a
pulse in every vein at the sound. I looked earnestly in his face;
his eye was closed, his lip pale and motionless. There is an
enthusiasm in sorrow that forgets impossibility; I wondered that it
was so. The sight drew a prayer from my heart: it was the voice of
frailty and of man! the confusion of my mind began to subside into
thought; I had time to meet!
I turned with the last farewell upon my lips, when I observed old
Edwards standing behind me. I looked him full in the face; but his
eye was fixed on another object: he pressed between me and the bed,
and stood gazing on the breathless remains of his benefactor. I
spoke to him I know not what; but he took no notice of what I said,
and remained in the same attitude as before. He stood some minutes
in that posture, then turned and walked towards the door. He paused
as he went;--he returned a second time: I could observe his lips
move as he looked: but the voice they would have uttered was lost.
He attempted going again; and a third time he returned as before.--I
saw him wipe his cheek: then covering his face with his hands, his
breast heaving with the most convulsive throbs, he flung out of the
room.
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