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It was wrenched away from Melusine’s clutching hands. Her lover surely did not 223 understand the implications of what he had asked for and his lust blinded him to the realities of existence even now. Many’s the bullets I’ve dug out of fellows in my time. Unless—would he hide from them as he had hidden from her? It was a big house, he said. She may afford us some necessary information. I WAS talking to him before I saw his name on the card beside the row of microscopes. 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.
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