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I—I am a lovesick idiot, and not accountable for my actions. As Blueskin still continued obstinate, the judgment appointed to be executed
upon such prisoners as stood mute, was then read. You have taken upon your shoulders the burden of her
misdeeds. 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. ’
She dropped to her knees before her old nurse and hugged the workroughened hand with both her own, looking up into Martha’s face where slow
tears were tracing down her cheek.
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