When I think of the
love you give me—One ought to give you back love. I’m sorry. Nigel! You have not forgotten. "Added to which, she is neither so
young as she was, nor, is her temper by any means improved—hem!"
"Say no more on the subject, Sir," observed the stranger, gravely; "but let us turn
to a more agreeable one—her daughter. 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. "
With this, he was preparing to follow his friend, when their egress was prevented
by the sudden appearance of Jonathan Wild and Blueskin. ’
Fire enveloped Charvill’s mind and he brought up his cane, pointed like a
musket.
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