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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. London Bridge had suffered
a degree less than most places. “You
would appear to be trying to destroy a comradeship which has been very, very
pleasant. “It is strange that we should have met Annabel,” she said. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. Whatever he did, she was bound
to scream. If you’ll forgive my saying
that, and implying what goes with it. Another long interval elapsed. As a matter of fact Mr. As far as I
can, I belong to them all. Only, he'll be an
interesting specimen for me to observe. But from the first her rather old-fashioned conception of life had jarred
with the suburban atmosphere, the High School spirit and the memories of the
light and little Mrs. ‘You, Mademoiselle Charvill, are as unlike most of your sex as you can
be. ”
She assented gently.
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