" He then sprung into the coach, the door of which was closed by Obadiah, who mounted the box. 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. I just suppose it isn’t worth the trouble. Then suddenly, in front of all those windows, he folded her in his arms and pressed her to him, and kissed her unresisting face. To-morrow at twelve I'll be with you, Mr.
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