The bars dropped noiselessly and slowly down, till the chain tightened at the staple. This time you cannot. "Thames!—Thames!" cried Winifred, rushing to the window. You will go to London?” “It is necessary,” she answered. ‘Let’s see now. I've got to know why. Without a word, without a sign, Enschede started toward the beach, where his proa waited. “Well?” she said, sitting down again. 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. Her husband finally relented.
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