. The bird . looked forward with a delirious impatience that per-haps love has never known. But now that my fatherhimself was leaving us — heaven, earth, everythingseemed undone. With whatever hope of reunion hemight endeavour to cheer me, an internal voice, dis-tinct and terrible, such as one hears in great trials, toldme that he would return no more. The house was sold, and the plantations laid outby our hands, the trees which belonged to the family,were abandoned. Our animals were plainly inconsolableat my fathers departure. The dog—I forget for howmany successive days—seated himself on the
. The bird . looked forward with a delirious impatience that per-haps love has never known. But now that my fatherhimself was leaving us — heaven, earth, everythingseemed undone. With whatever hope of reunion hemight endeavour to cheer me, an internal voice, dis-tinct and terrible, such as one hears in great trials, toldme that he would return no more. The house was sold, and the plantations laid outby our hands, the trees which belonged to the family,were abandoned. Our animals were plainly inconsolableat my fathers departure. The dog—I forget for howmany successive days—seated himself on the road whichhe had taken at his departure, howled, and most disinherited of all, the cat Moquo, no longerconfided in any person, though he still came to regardwith furtive glances the empty place. Then he tookhis resolution, and fled to the woods, from which wecould never call him back; he resumed his early life,miserable and savage. And I, too, I quitted the paternal roof, the hearthof my y
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