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Her state of mind may be imagined , and David 's also , when he had been roused to read the letter , for David had been at work all night , and only lay down at daybreak . _ Lucien to Eve . _ `` PARIS , August 29th . `` MY DEAR SISTER , -- Two days ago , at five o'clock in the morning , one of God 's noblest creatures breathed her last in my arms ; she was the one woman on earth capable of loving me as you and mother and David love me , giving me besides that unselfish affection , something that neither mother nor sister can give -- the utmost bliss of love . Poor Coralie , after giving up everything for my sake , may perhaps have died for me -- for me , who at this moment have not the wherewithal to bury her . She could have solaced my life ; you , and you alone , my dear good angels , can console me for her death . God has forgiven her , I think , the innocent girl , for she died like a Christian .