. Please don’t tell anyone,
mister. It was equally as beautiful
but not quite so fine as the daughter's. "
"Marriage and hanging go by destiny," observed Wood, after a pause; "but I trust
your child is reserved for a better fate than either, Mrs. 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 found she was trembling at his nearness and full of a thrilling dread that
he might touch her. I wasn't taught that; I simply fell into it from
contact. "And now, mark me. She had been carrying
them, he assumed, but then again the school had some
particularly talented kids among the usual ruffians. "Fly!" cried Jack; "escape if you can; don't mind me.
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