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White said. ”
He faced her doggedly. ”
“I do not know who he is,” Brendon said quietly, “but he will not forget. In you—if you can love me—there is
salvation. “I am just back from Paris. "But I appeal to you, Sir James, whether it isn't extraordinary that so very slight
a person should be such a desperate robber as he is represented—so young, too,
for such an old offender. ”
Annabel pulled down her veil to hide the tears. I suppose I believe in God. 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.
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