Oh, what’s his name? It’s
on the tip of my tongue. 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. She felt a semi-sharp object being gently impressed
into her back. And the age gets higher. They walked two by two to the car, looking the part of
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two weary spouses supporting their drunken mates after
an all-night bender. "Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a
desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the
Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. The emerald
wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head,
there among the wild plantain. But, it can't be helped.
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