You must forgive the poet’s license I take. What was the old tabby at? Unaccountably embarrassed, he cleared his throat. " "Mr. Lucy slipped upstairs silently. 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. " "Very true," chuckled Jackson; "very true. “You know I’m old-fashioned, Miss Stanley. ” The girl sat up and looked at him with a curious twist at the corners of her mouth —humorous or pathetic, he could not tell which. There was the same airy grace of movement, the same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. Prudence? Mr Remenham’s sister that was. " "True, true," replied the knight, with an agonized look; "there is no alternative. ‘Forgive this intrusion, ma’am, I beg. ‘That is good,’ she said with satisfaction, ‘for I was compelled on Saturday to abandon the chase. But still you have told me of my real mother when I thought it was Suzanne Valade. " "If I disobey you, Sir Rowland," replied the thief-taker, "you'll thank me for it hereafter.
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