For a time he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation. 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. " "It does so," said Wild. Fifteen from forty is twenty-five. It loves to sit on your knee. It was really very jolly to talk to a man in this way—who saw the woman in her and did not treat her as a child. I'm safe enough if you hold your tongue. " "That's not my game. She never expected to get her ladyship home alive. We LIKED each other well enough. Smith," observed Wood. ‘What a fate he finds for me. Not only that, but he carried himself erect— the slight slouch which had bent his shoulders had altogether disappeared. ToC After a few minutes' rapid walking, during which neither party uttered a word, Jonathan Wild and his companion had passed Saint Paul's, dived down a thoroughfare on the right, and reached Thames Street. Consternation gripped him.
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