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“Anna! Thank God I have found you at last. "How!" exclaimed Sheppard. But did you ever hear of a djinn in a blue-serge coat? Stitched in!" Something like this was always rushing into his throat; and he had to sink his nails into his palms to stop his mouth. ” Ann Veronica hesitated, and then stood in the open doorway and regarded her father’s stern presence. “I think that I will leave this letter for him,” she said. ’ ‘Then who is this Englishman?’ demanded Gerald on a sceptical note. Then she passed from the room on the arm of General Lord Charvill, chatting animatedly to him. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind knocked out of him. Couldn’t fit it inside, but the horse’s blanket lay over it, and, like I said, as long as no one rides him and don’t remove the blanket, I think it’ll stay hid. 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.
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