1 I gazed on the picture of my mother, which stood over the mantel-piece.
2 Among these there was one which attracted my mother far above all the rest.
3 With his permission my mother prevailed on her rustic guardians to yield their charge to her.
4 One day, when my father had gone by himself to Milan, my mother, accompanied by me, visited this abode.
5 During her illness many arguments had been urged to persuade my mother to refrain from attending upon her.
6 I provided myself with a sum of money, together with a few jewels which had belonged to my mother, and departed.
7 The peasant woman, perceiving that my mother fixed eyes of wonder and admiration on this lovely girl, eagerly communicated her history.
8 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.
9 During this interval, one of the servants, happening to examine the apparel she had worn on the night of the murder, had discovered in her pocket the picture of my mother, which had been judged to be the temptation of the murderer.
10 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.