Mandeville

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"the solemnity of the funeral, I had just completed the eighteenth year of my age. Deep and solemn were the emotions with which we now met each other, beneath the postern in the desolate court-yard of Mandeville House. Henrietta gave me her i hand, and motioned me to lead her to the apartment of Audley. Her acquaintance with him was exactly of that degree which made the contemplation of these things soothing. She viewed with a wistful eye the chair, in which he had sat when he received her visits, and the chamber and the bed in which he expired. She burst into a stream of tears. Shortly after, she soothed the sadness of her mind, by enquiring into the particulars, from hour to hour, of the last days and nights of the inoffensive deceased; and this detail, however common, or however fastidious it may prove to an indifferent and uninterested person, is always dear to the survivor, who knows that he shall see the subject of the narrative no more.(...)".