Chapter 13
"I now hasten to the more moving part of my story. I shall
relate events that impressed me with feelings which, from what I
had been, have made me what I am.
"Spring advanced rapidly; the weather became fine and the skies
cloudless. It surprised me that what before was desert and gloomy
should now bloom with the most beautiful flowers and verdure. My
senses were gratified and refreshed by a thousand scents of delight
and a thousand sights of beauty.
"It was on one of these days, when my cottagers periodically
rested from labour—the old man played on his guitar, and the
children listened to him—that I observed the countenance of Felix
was melancholy beyond expression; he sighed frequently, and once
his father paused in his music, and I conjectured by his manner
that
