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Emmy's maid heard him howling again during the night and brought him

some preserved apricots to console him. She mingled her lamentations

with his. All the poor, all the humble, all honest folks, all good men

who knew him, loved that kind-hearted and simple gentleman.

As for Emmy, had she not done her duty? She had her picture of George

for a consolation.