equally powerful as in your poor heart. We have the same right; but I must tell you, that I believe my hopes are better founded than yours." I shuddered violently. "However," he continued with a deep groan, "you have nothing to fear; I cease, from this moment, to be your rival. I rather will renounce happiness for ever, than purchase it at the expense of your tranquillity and peace of mind. Here is my hand; Caroline is yours. I renounce all my claims to her heart, and leave you at full liberty to gain it for yourself." So saying, he squeezed my hand, and strained me tenderly to his bosom. How was it possible I could have expressed the grateful feelings of my heart? However, he was satisfied with himself and with my tears. Every noble, generous deed produces its own reward. Broken accents speak stronger, and with greater energy, than words; and amongst all languages that of gratitude is the most monosyllabled.
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