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
replied. Of course, there'll be a few kinks to straighten out. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. I hope you will always remember——”
Annabel held out her hands with a little cry of protest. "They're about to murder your child
—your child, I tell you! Do you comprehend what I say, Joan?"
"I've hurt my head," replied Mrs. The tail-ender of this little
caravan, he had been rather out of it. You've a good deal to go through to-night. She pointed across the road. I will go to-night. Arrived at Westbourne-Green—then
nothing more than a common covered with gorse and furzebushes, and boasting
only a couple of cottages and an alehouse—he perceived through the hedges the
objects of his search slowly ascending the gentle hill that rises from KensallGreen. ”
Annabel no longer attempted to conceal her emotion.
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