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“Are you feeling okay?” “Just fine. 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. Their eyes met, and his expressed perplexity and curiosity. Knew something was up. “I want to ask you a question,” he said. Then I tucked it nice and snug under the saddle-bag. A conviction that her sister’s words were true had from the first possessed her. For a few minutes, Darrell seemed to have the advantage in the conflict. Then he lifted the black cloak-like garment from the floor.
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