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” “Isn’t it. I can be a gentleman. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. And I think also that Gosse—I mean that one who calls himself Valade—stole it. It was a serene and charming evening, and twilight was gently stealing over the face of the country. "Off with him to Newgate!" cried Jonathan. 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. I can’t even carry a tune with a bucket. That any human being could conceive and execute such a thing! A Roundhead, here in these prosaic times!—and mad as a hatter! Trying the rôle of St. His face was downcast.
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