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The lad hesitated. Abruptly the sterner look vanished and she twinkled. What can she be? The wife of a country tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too. All right! I’m off. Here was a hole as wide as a church-door. "And you ran away with a weakling! You denied me for a puppet!" "My lawful husband. Your mother, for what it’s worth to you—for there’s nothing for you here, by God!—was the woman I chose for Nicholas. “You doubted me?” She joked. ” She glanced shyly at the mirror above her dressing-table, and then about her at the furniture, as though it might penetrate to the thoughts that peeped in her mind. O'Higgins," said the manager, amusedly. " "That, alone, ought to have prevented you from acting as you did, Jack," returned Thames, gravely. 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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