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She paused, weeping, and then continued, I thought with horror, my sweet lady, that you should believe your Justine, whom your blessed aunt had so highly honoured, and whom you loved, was a creature capable of a crime which none but the devil himself could have perpetrated. Dear William. dearest blessed child. I soon shall see you again in heaven, where we shall all be happy; and that consoles me, going as I am to suffer ignominy and death.