Jonathan threw open the street-door. " "Not now, my love—not now," entreated Wood. He talked in the same style, and pretty nearly in the same language; laughed in the same manner, and coughed, or sneezed at the same time. ’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness. The captain saw it too and nodded at the boy. For a time it really seemed all-sufficient to her that she should love. net/1/5/6/1/15614/ Produced by Charles Aldarondo, Clare Elliott and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team. They had refused. Norris. 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. “John, that is what you say now. He took her hand in his, raising it closer, and gently touched the maltreated skin. ’ ‘That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.
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