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She fluttered it with a trembling hand, averting her eyes from his, and he could hear her uneven breath behind it. 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. ’ ‘In a way she had been,’ said Prudence. Earles said persuasively. ‘How did you know that Mary was his daughter?’ Gerald hesitated. Her sense of humour could not wholly resist his abnormal gravity. “Have either of you been out of this room since you discovered what had happened?” he asked. " "So she may," returned Jack, brightening up; "it's a good idea. “I’m not nearly so sure as you. There was also a curious interview at a big hotel with a middle-aged, white-powdered woman, all covered with jewels and reeking of scent, who wanted a Companion. A knot of three policemen in conflict with her staggered toward Ann Veronica’s attendants and distracted their attention.
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