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Some one may observe us. Gerald’s temper flared. "I've been wondering, until this morning, if you were real. Lucy stared out to the busy streets beyond. “What is the exact force of a motif?” she asked at random. If Winifred remained silent, her looks would have disarmed a person of less assurance than the woollen-draper. 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. He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains.

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