1 Her mother was a German and had died on giving her birth.
2 Among these there was one which attracted my mother far above all the rest.
3 Nor was her residence at her mother's house of a nature to restore her gaiety.
4 My mother had much desired to have a daughter, but I continued their single offspring.
5 Madame Moritz, her mother, was a widow with four children, of whom Justine was the third.
6 With his permission my mother prevailed on her rustic guardians to yield their charge to her.
7 One day, when my father had gone by himself to Milan, my mother, accompanied by me, visited this abode.
8 During her illness many arguments had been urged to persuade my mother to refrain from attending upon her.
9 Accordingly, a few months after your departure for Ingolstadt, Justine was called home by her repentant mother.
10 My mother's tender caresses and my father's smile of benevolent pleasure while regarding me are my first recollections.
11 My aunt observed this, and when Justine was twelve years of age, prevailed on her mother to allow her to live at our house.
12 One by one, her brothers and sister died; and her mother, with the exception of her neglected daughter, was left childless.
13 The peasant woman, perceiving that my mother fixed eyes of wonder and admiration on this lovely girl, eagerly communicated her history.
14 On the third day my mother sickened; her fever was accompanied by the most alarming symptoms, and the looks of her medical attendants prognosticated the worst event.
15 My mother was dead, but we had still duties which we ought to perform; we must continue our course with the rest and learn to think ourselves fortunate whilst one remains whom the spoiler has not seized.
16 Delighted and surprised, I embraced her, but as I imprinted the first kiss on her lips, they became livid with the hue of death; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms; a shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the grave-worms crawling in the folds of the flannel.
17 There was a show of gratitude and worship in his attachment to my mother, differing wholly from the doting fondness of age, for it was inspired by reverence for her virtues and a desire to be the means of, in some degree, recompensing her for the sorrows she had endured, but which gave inexpressible grace to his behaviour to her.
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