It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. The address was of course her destination, thousands of miles away, an infinitesimal spot in a terrifying space. We’ve done nothing to deserve it. Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. She and Courtlaw drove homewards together. “You will not give Sir John any cause for jealousy? You will have no secrets from him except—concerning those things which are past?” “Anna, I swear it!” her sister sobbed. ‘Burned them, one by one, right before that fellow’s eyes. Anna’s face however was wholly impassive. 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. ’ Melusine turned her head.
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