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But as this luxury, what cared she for these treasures the value

of which she was incapable of esti, and which were indifferent to

her? She who had no conception of wealth or of money?--she, who knew

not that there was poverty in the world, and who, raised in an Eden

separated froer had ever made its

appearance within it--she knew only the sorrows of the happy, the

deprivations of the rich; she had never had either to struggle against

real misfortune or to experience real want and deprivation

Now, indeed, a deeper sorrow had entered into her life; she had lost

her beloved paternal friend, Count Paulo; and Carlo, also, had been torn

from her! That was certainly a more profound sorrow, and she had wept

much for both of them,--but yet that was no real misfortune She had

never yet lost the whole substance of her life; for those two, however

ht always have loved them, had nevertheless, not entirely

filled out her life; they had been a part of her happiness, but not that

happiness itself

And she awaited happiness! She awaited it with ecstasy and devotion,

with feverish hope and glowing desire! She knew not and asked not in

what this happiness was to consist, and yet her heart yearned for it;

she called for this unknown and na