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O. Moor.
Peace, O peace! when he first came into life, when my arms sustained for the first time his infant limbs, did I not then appeal to heaven, did I not call God himself to witness of my happiness.
Francis.
You said so then.—How have you found it now? Is there even among your own servants, so low, so abject a being, that you would not exchange conditions with him;—enviable in this respect his lot, that he is not the father of such a son. Yes,—while he lives, what have you to look for but bitterness of soul—but still increasing torments? till nature herself shall sink under the weight of her affliction.
O. Moor.
Oh what a load of years has affliction already anticipated on these gray hairs!
Francis.
Well then—suppose you throw him off at once;—renounce for ever this
O. Moor.
(Starting with emotion.) What didst thou