” Annabel shook her head. How long he sat there, reeling off this drivel, he never knew. ‘That is, if she’s gone that way. 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. His mind was filled briefly with psychic images of a charnel house that danced like a spider in his head. " "I should like to satisfy myself on that score," rejoined Wild, drily. " "Never," echoed Smith, emphatically, "upon my honour. ” She said to them, raising her head to speak, her voice unsteady. "You poor child!—you can have all the dogs on the island, if you want them! Come along to the kitchen, and we'll give Rollo a tubbing.
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