In these last moments I feel the sincerest gratitude towards those who think of me with kindness.

How sweet is the affection of others to such a wretch as I am! It removes more than half my misfortune, and I feel as if I could die in peace now that my innocence is acknowledged by you, dear lady, and your cousin." Thus the poor sufferer tried to comfort others and herself.

She indeed gained the resignation she desired.

But I, the true murderer, felt the never-dying worm alive in my bosom, which allowed of no hope or consolation.

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.