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’ The lad Kimble moved swiftly to the door and walked out of the room. "Oh, God! that I might die too," cried Jack, falling on his knees beside her. I’m okay. He had been reading Belfort Bax, and declared himself a convert. " And, walking up to the animals, which were chained to the wall, they instantly recognised him, and suffered the others to pass without barking. 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. At length, about three o'clock, as the first glimmer of dawn became visible through the barred casements of the round-house, the rattling of bolts and chains at the outer door told that some one was admitted. ‘But it is not on the horse at all, Jacques. “If I am to turn you into a vampire, she cannot know. "You are a paragon of prudence and discretion," rejoined the woollen-draper, drawing his chair closer to hers. Or did he? Perhaps he had found another.
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