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‘I
don’t want a hue and cry after me, I thank you. Enschede—that's a queer name. "The chief of the detective agency informed me that it would be
best not to let Mr. Spurling's sooty imp, Caliban. “I think,” he said, “I was a little too mystical about beauty the other day. It would be very good to be Capes’ friend. I'll go with you. 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. So I undertook to
protect her by keeping love out of her life, by crushing it whenever it appeared,
obliterating it. "It's all up, master," groaned Ben, "nothin' short of a merracle can save us.
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