The place was gloomy,
with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished. "
CHAPTER XIII. Paris is not the place for two young girls. He would talk to Spurlock, but from the bench; as a judge, not as a chagrined
lover. \"
\"I'm sorry I didn't call. You can tell me the rest another
time. “Did you—did you really think that they would take you for a Frenchman?” she
exclaimed. 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 hard work will be his,
until we yank this young fellow back from the brink. As soon as he gets into blue water, he'll think no more of pitching the boy
overboard than of lighting his pipe.
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