Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. I’m right again now. Ah! what's that?" he exclaimed, as some one brushed hastily past him. At once. " "Well, for my part," observed Mrs. "At a thought. I cannot work, I cannot teach. You never can tell. "Don't mention it," returned Wood, in the conciliatory tone of one who admits he has been in the wrong; "your explanation is perfectly satisfactory.
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