It is no good arguing about a thing like that. Cocking the gun. 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. Anna sighed as she reflected that her sister had simply revelled in her indiscretions. His face was white. And it’s no good pretending there is one when there isn’t. Lucy turned and faced the strawberry blonde behind her, gesturing rapidly with a folded origami triangle, evidently the newest form of note. Wood and several serving-men, all well armed, rushed into the room. "Coming!—so is midnight—so is Jonathan Wild," retorted Jack, with a significant look at Thames.
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