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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. But the people among whom she was now thrown through the social exertions of Miss Miniver and the Widgetts—for Teddy and Hetty came up from Morningside Park and took her to an eighteen-penny dinner in Soho and introduced her to some art students, who were also Socialists, and so opened the way to an evening of meandering talk in a studio—carried with them like an atmosphere this implication, not only that the world was in some stupid and even obvious way WRONG, with which indeed she was quite prepared to agree, but that it needed only a few pioneers to behave as such and be thoroughly and indiscriminately “advanced,” for the new order to achieve itself. " "Take hence this boy, then," rejoined Trenchard; "his looks unman me. we’ll stop by the Amoco on Maple. "Well, who'd have thought of finding it in this unexpected way!" "Don't be too sure till you see it," said the widow. “So Lucy, I hear that you are quite the violin player. “I don’t suppose you’ll be able to do it much,” said Ann Veronica. She ought to have been disposed to faint and scream at all these happenings; she ought to have maintained a front of outraged dignity to veil the sinking of her heart. " "Very well, Sir," replied Sheppard. " "Impossible, dear Mrs. ‘What?’ Roding snapped, coming quickly to tower above the window seat. ” “Where is your husband?” Anna asked.
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