She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. " "I wish you did have some faults, Ruth. The two went upstairs to Michelle's bedroom. I want to do without that for a time. He wasn't quite hard enough to win worldly success; that was his fault. 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. For a time he and Miss Klegg contradicted one another. "To-night you shall be my wedded wife. "I shall need little more. They said no more for a moment, and each was now acutely aware of the other. But his lips were honourlocked.
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