“You don’t waste any time. Produce them!"
"Never!" replied Kneebone. ”
He looked at her gravely. ‘I’ll make it, miss. "Well, gentlemen," rejoined Wood, mildly; "since Mr. 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. "The end is the most beautiful in English
literature. She
washed her face twice after making smudgy eyeshadow
and lipstick errors. I had already won wars and sailed ships to
distant lands by the time I was thirty. If the boy had done anything wrong back there in
the States, his would be the brand of conscience to pay him out in full.
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