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Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands. ‘All right, Trodger. You need fear no interruption from him, or any of his myrmidons. 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. “I cannot say who he is,” said Ann Veronica, “but he is a married man. . " "As you please," returned Jack, leaping up; "but I feel devilishly inclined to finish him. His natal burr was always in evidence when he was sentimentally affected.

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