Part,  Dialogue

1   1,  4|    to me but the sense of my poverty, my unhappiness and misery;
2   1,  5|   inherited from his mother, Poverty, that dried-up, thin, pale,
3   1,  5| persists; which has the same poverty of idea as if one said: "
4   2,  1|   injuries, intrepid towards poverty, disease and persecution.~