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“Do you want some of mine?” “Yes. “Now I’ll have what I want from you, wife. Creeping along quickly on his hands and knees, he found the entrance to a covered drain, into which he crept. Well, let's beat it to the hotel. Within ten minutes he had read much more than had greeted his eye. Much to her annoyance, therefore, Winifred was left alone with the woollendraper, who following up a maxim of his own, "that nothing was gained by too much bashfulness," determined to profit by the opportunity. Do you hear me? Do you hear what I am saying?. “Are you in a hurry? Will you come in and have some coffee?” He hesitated, and glanced towards her companion. "There is nobody else. Life is so good. ” “How dull you are,” the lady remarked. 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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