with you....

Oh, oh!--the arrow--draw the arrow from the wound.
Elizabeth, Elizabeth--it aches.

Well--well--how miserable we were, and yet, yet....

You--you--I--we--we know, what happiness is.

You--I ...
Forgive me! I forgive, forgive...." The dying man's hand fell from his child's head, his eyes closed, but the pleasant smile with which he had perished, hovered around his lips, even in death..