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XLIV.

And quiet smiled the old man, pleased to see A pair so formed for mutual happiness, So beautiful in different quality, Whom destined wedlock’s bonds ere long to bless; And as he feasted on their comeliness, At thought of Carlos and of Isidor A tear would gathering come--yet not the less He poured on these his deep affection’s store; But rather, centred thus, his spirit entwined them more.