” She looked at him with curious eyes. ” She side-stepped into his living room from behind a square white column. ’ ‘Gracious heaven, Gerald! If your dear mama could not drag you to the altar, I am hardly likely to succeed. 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. Too late. The dog-fox cannot be far off, since the cub is found. She stepped backwards. Without realizing what she has done, she's made a dreadful mess of it. But with the skill of a fencer he met the blow and broke it, seizing the wrist. It is so difficult.
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