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Chapter 5
His hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a

pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a

more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed

almost of the same colour as the dun-white sockets in

which they were set, his shriveled complexion and straight

black lips.

Chapter 6
Hence there is less distinction between the several

classes of its inhabitants; and the lower orders,

being neither so poor nor so despised, their

manners are more refined and moral.

Chapter 7
Enter the house of mourning, my friend, but with

kindness and affection for those who love you,

and not with hatred for your enemies.

Chapter 8
Elizabeth also wept and was unhappy, but hers

also was the misery of innocence, which, like a

cloud that passes over the fair moon, for a while

hides but cannot tarnish its brightness.

Chapter 9
Sometimes I could cope with the sullen despair

that overwhelmes me but sometimes the

whirlwind passions of my soul drove me to seek,

by bodily exercise and by change of place, some

relief from my intolerable sensations.