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"My dear Victor, do not speak thus. 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. Our circle will be small but bound close by the ties of

affection and mutual misfortune. And when time shall have

softened your despair, new and dear objects of care will be born

to replace those of whom we have been so cruelly deprived."