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“The very question, my dear sister,” she said, “tells me that I have succeeded. He laughed lightly. ” “You mean to say,” Anna said slowly, “that you are going to leave your husband?” “Yes. He has three days to live. 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. "Of yourself," he replied, in a mournful tone. " "Who?" almost screamed Mrs. Frequently she would doze in her chair; but the slightest movement on the bed aroused her. “Good God!” he exclaimed. The latter has, since, been induced to unite herself to Sir Cecil, on terms originating with her brother, and which, however strange and unprecedented, were acquiesced in by the suitor. It pained Lucy to see Mike eating so sparely.
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