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Hill was seated. On coming to himself, he found he had been wrapped in a blanket and put to bed with a couple of hot bricks to his feet. 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. " "Degrade herself," rejoined Jonathan, brutally. I should never have noticed the miniature at all, if it hadn't been for him. It was really very jolly to talk to a man in this way—who saw the woman in her and did not treat her as a child. Your son was seen by the carpenter's wife in company with the robbers. ‘I’ve finished me report, sir,’ Trodger said aggrievedly.
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