An
ancient smile lay on his lips. Wood, who looks after
her comforts, and visits her constantly. The action steadied him; and there was a phase of irony, too, that
helped. “It was perhaps
my fault. It was a gorgeous May
evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of
hyacinth and lilac. Oh, God!”
Rhea sniffed the air through two gaping nostrils that
had eroded through her onion skin flesh. Wood. “I want a vote for myself,” she said. With great difficulty, Wood forced a path through the ruins. I've seen many cases like 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. Thank you for the books. ToC
They had scarcely been gone a moment, when a confused noise was heard
without, and Charcam re-entered the room, with a countenance of the utmost
bewilderment and alarm. One more passer-by; and always would she remember his patience and
tenderness and disinterestedness.
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