1 When she again lived, it was only to weep and sigh.
2 In the meantime he told me that my friend had certainly not many hours to live.
3 I tried, therefore, to dress my food in the same manner, placing it on the live embers.
4 In my joy I thrust my hand into the live embers, but quickly drew it out again with a cry of pain.
5 I have lived in the same house with her, at one time for five and at another for nearly two years.
6 You must create a female for me with whom I can live in the interchange of those sympathies necessary for my being.
7 My aunt observed this, and when Justine was twelve years of age, prevailed on her mother to allow her to live at our house.
8 My vices are the children of a forced solitude that I abhor, and my virtues will necessarily arise when I live in communion with an equal.
9 If I were engaged in any high undertaking or design, fraught with extensive utility to my fellow creatures, then could I live to fulfil it.
10 Yet at the idea that the fiend should live and be triumphant, my rage and vengeance returned, and like a mighty tide, overwhelmed every other feeling.
11 Heavy misfortunes have befallen us, but let us only cling closer to what remains and transfer our love for those whom we have lost to those who yet live.
12 Having paid his debts, therefore, in the most honourable manner, he retreated with his daughter to the town of Lucerne, where he lived unknown and in wretchedness.
13 I am," said she, "the cousin of the unhappy child who was murdered, or rather his sister, for I was educated by and have lived with his parents ever since and even long before his birth.
14 I also became a poet and for one year lived in a paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated.
15 That he should live to be an instrument of mischief disturbs me; in other respects, this hour, when I momentarily expect my release, is the only happy one which I have enjoyed for several years.
16 But I was doomed to live and in two months found myself as awaking from a dream, in a prison, stretched on a wretched bed, surrounded by jailers, turnkeys, bolts, and all the miserable apparatus of a dungeon.
17 This man, whose name was Beaufort, was of a proud and unbending disposition and could not bear to live in poverty and oblivion in the same country where he had formerly been distinguished for his rank and magnificence.
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