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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. Entering the Lodge, the first person he beheld was Austin, who was only just up,
and whose toilette appeared scarcely completed. Part 8
“Why should I ever come back?” she said to herself, as she went down the
staircase. Nothing anyone could say or do would change him. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was
difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap.
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