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“I am sorry. “It isn’t only the dance,” she said. \"He's good-looking. It will do its best to overlook things—” “If we let it, poor dear. ‘I know just what he was doing. "Miss Thornhill's a charming girl. Wood fancied he recognised. 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. He saluted awkwardly.
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