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” “The truth!” There was a brief but intense silence. “I am so sorry to have startled you,” she said, “but I was startled myself. ’ Melusine jumped up, full of new hope, all the earlier clouds vanishing from her horizon. A sprinkling of callow youths, and a couple of pronounced young Jews, who were talking loudly together in some unintelligible jargon of the City. Yet the smoke was curling upwards in a faint innocent-looking cloud to the ceiling. Were it not for your voice, I don't think I should know you. 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. "She has fallen into the villain's hands. " "Both are dead," observed the knight, gloomily. ’ Melusine threw her hands in the air. It was a boy baby cooing in swaddling clothes, a baby who had just been born to the butcher's servant across the alley, the maid Isobella who trailed behind, beaming. She knew, too, she must not hesitate.
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