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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. “I am going,” she said grimly, with three hairpins in her mouth. There is the election——” He laughed derisively. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You should have gone to Charvill. It did so well that they sold it in the nineties. And nearly all these things were fearfully ill-paid. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. The tide'll bring him to us fast enough. Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose— dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain. ” “And you have sent him about his business. " "Surely, you haven't stolen it?" "Stolen's an awkward word. .
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