” Ramage looked at her, and then fell into deep reflection as the waiter came to paragraph their talk again. At last—I told a story. ” “Any place would be beautiful,” said Ann Veronica, in a low voice. And then you go—and half throttle me. “Would you wait for me?” Manning was silent for a space. 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. An early bird clarinetist burst through in a long black skirt, swishing like a bell. And a broken picture that was torn when I hit him with it.
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