He reached for her and
she stroked his head soothingly as his mother had done a
few times when he had suffered bad fevers. That is all I
ask. 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. The echo of those kindly words seemed still to ring
in her ears. “I am sure of it. He was ready
to seed his legacy, and you were a pawn to be moved out
of the way. "With pleasure, Sir," replied Edgeworth Bess. "No von," replied the Jew. "
"Forgive you!" echoed his mother, with a look radiant with delight.
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