1 When she again lived, it was only to weep and sigh.
2 The young man and his companion often went apart and appeared to weep.
3 The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.
4 She weeps continually, and accuses herself unjustly as the cause of his death; her words pierce my heart.
5 This last blow overcame her, and she knelt by Beaufort's coffin weeping bitterly, when my father entered the chamber.
6 She rose on seeing us enter, and when we were left alone with her, she threw herself at the feet of Elizabeth, weeping bitterly.
7 Even now I weep to think that, borne down as you are by the cruellest misfortunes, you may stifle, by the word 'honour,' all hope of that love and happiness which would alone restore you to yourself.
8 I did not weep, but I knelt down and with a full heart thanked my guiding spirit for conducting me in safety to the place where I hoped, notwithstanding my adversary's gibe, to meet and grapple with him.
9 There were women weeping around; I hung over it and joined my sad tears to theirs; all this time no distinct idea presented itself to my mind, but my thoughts rambled to various subjects, reflecting confusedly on my misfortunes and their cause.
10 She paused, weeping, and then continued, "I thought with horror, my sweet lady, that you should believe your Justine, whom your blessed aunt had so highly honoured, and whom you loved, was a creature capable of a crime which none but the devil himself could have perpetrated."