The water was cold but she waded deeper. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. . His eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy; he let out a sigh. It came again. 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. Let us proceed with our tale. She could feel her body rebel against her actions, convulsing, so she forced herself to think of her mother in Heaven, her mother's beautiful face, the sun dancing across the rivers of her home. Once or twice she commented upon it, but she knew that it was resultant of his fear of her impending departure. ” “Quite charming apartments,” Miss Stanley admired; “charming! Everything is so pretty and convenient. I've a couple of kinchens in yonder rattler, whom I wish to place under old Sharples's care. ’ ‘That I do not doubt,’ Gerald muttered drily, but added in a tone of intense satisfaction, ‘Then this husband is still in France? Excellent. Professing to stand between the robber and the robbed, he himself plundered both.
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