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. "You'll get nothing out of me, I can promise you, unless you
show a little more civility. I do swear. Brendon looked across the room at her thoughtfully. "
The manager made a negative sign. “It is true,” he said, “that I was dining last night at a restaurant in the Boulevard
des Italiennes, and it is true that my companion was a young lady whose name is
Pellissier. “Won’t you have some more tea,
Mr.
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