The Widgett mental
furniture was perhaps worn and shabby, but there it was before you, undisguised,
fading visibly in an almost pitiless sunlight. It was the very spot from
which his poor mother had gazed after her vain attempt to rescue him at the
Mint; but, though he was ignorant of this, her image was alone present to him. Go away!”
“Why kill this one, Lucia? She shall be missed. The
confirmed drunkard's mouth at length sets itself peculiarly; it becomes the mark
by which thoughtful men know him. 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 did not realize that she was offering criticisms. It’s an engagement ring.
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