The Sorrows of Young Werther
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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In the morning, at six o'clock , the servant went into Werther's room with a candle. He found his master stretched upon the floor, weltering in his blood, and the pistols at his side. He called , he took him in his arms, but received no answer. Life was not yet quite extinct. The servant ran for a surgeon , and then went to fetch Albert. Charlotteheard the ringing of the bell : a cold shudder seized her. She wakened her husband , and they both rose. The servant, bathed in tears faltered fo
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