’ ‘Yes, well, I was too young to see it,’ the captain said, tying a knot in his makeshift bandage. It was the moment for smiles. They cannot imagine the discomforts involved, and they see only mystery in your fight to recover your lost heritage. 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. Spurling, formerly, it may be remembered, the hostess of the Dark House at Queenhithe,—whence wine, ale, and brandy of inferior quality were dispensed, in false measures, and at high prices, throughout the prison, which in noise and debauchery rivalled, if it did not surpass, the lowest tavern. A kind but hard looking female officer named Rose took her into a room and sat her down at a small wooden table. But if you wouldn't have me positively dislike Jack Sheppard, you'll never mention such a subject again. "Be silent," said Jonathan, in a menacing whisper. Oh, I think I understand, Annabel.
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