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No—"twill not be my life is finish’d—Oh! for a few short moments, to tell you how my heart bleeds for you—That even now, thus dying as I am, dubious and fearful of hereafter, my bosom-pang is for your miseries I Support her, Heaven l—And now I go– Oh, mercy! mercy! [Dies. Lew. How is it, madam | Char. Her grief is speechless. Lew. Remove her from this sight. Some ministering angel bring her peace | [CHARLotte leads her off.