"Oh, Justine! forgive me for having for one moment distrusted
you. Why did you confess? But do not mourn, dear girl. Do not
fear. I will proclaim, I will prove your innocence. I will melt
the stony hearts of your enemies by my tears and prayers. You
shall not die! -- You, my play-fellow, my companion, my sister,
perish on the scaffold! No! no! I never could survive so
horrible a misfortune."
Justine shook her head mournfully. "I do not fear to die," she
said; "that pang is past. God raises my weakness, and gives me
courage to endure the worst. I leave a sad and bitter world; and
if you remember me, and think of me as of one unjustly
condemned, I am resigned to the fate awaiting me. Learn from
me, dear lady, to submit in patience to the will of Heaven!"