butofhappyloveandblissfulunion。\'
Thispredictionwasbuthalffulfilled:Ididnotindeeddreamofsorrow，butaslittledidIdreamofjoy;forIneversleptatall。
WithlittleAdeleinmyarms，Iwatchedtheslumberofchildhood—sotranquil，sopassionless，soinnocent—andwaitedforthecomingday:allmylifewasawakeandastirinmyframe:andassoonasthesunroseIrosetoo。IrememberAdeleclungtomeasIlefther:I
rememberIkissedherasIloosenedherlittlehandsfrommyneck;andIcriedoverherwithstrangeemotion，andquittedherbecauseI
fearedmysobswouldbreakherstillsoundrepose。Sheseemedtheemblemofmypastlife;andheIwasnowtoarraymyselftomeet，thedread，butadored，typeofmyunknownfutureday。