He drew her closer. " "Fine! I'll be wanting a guide. “So Brendon and I,” he said, “have been troubled with the same fears. "I think you're all bewitched," she cried. “Is your husband here to-night?” he asked. Melusine giggled, and tucked her hand into his. I’m turning into a big fat cow. "Who's there?—Pshaw! it's only the wind. Dare we look back upon the darkened vista, and, in imagination retrace the path we have trod? With how many vain hopes is it shaded! with how many good resolutions, never fulfilled, is it paved! Where are the dreams of ambition in which, twelve years ago, we indulged? Where are the aspirations that fired us—the passions that consumed us then? Has our success in life been commensurate with our own desires—with the anticipations formed of us by others? Or, are we not blighted in heart, as in ambition? Has not the loved one been estranged by doubt, or snatched from us by the cold hand of death? Is not the goal, towards which we pressed, further off than ever—the prospect before us cheerless as the blank behind?—Enough of this. " "I've nothing to confess," replied Thames, boldly; "I've done no wrong. I shall find him yet. She's plenty clean below. Moments are ages now.
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