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Book IV: “At this grief my heart was utterly darkened, and whatever I beheld was death. My native country was a torment to me, and my father’s house a strange unhappiness; and whatever I had shared with him, wanting him, became a distracting torture. Mine eyes sought him every where, but he was not granted them; and I hated all places. For they had not him nor could they now tell me, he is coming.”