And as she was yet waiting for her tea to come she saw this man again. Her sleepless night had left her languid but not stupefied, and for an hour or so the work distracted her altogether from her troubles. Darrell, however, rose again instantly; and though mortally wounded, made a desperate effort to regain the boat. Lucy sat beside him. It was Ennison who for the rest of his visit was quiet and subdued. “It is so difficult,” she murmured, “so impossible to explain. They send you every good wish. 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.
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