And Mother trusted him. There was nothing in the pockets of the coat. ” Sir John turned towards the door. . You saw him? You have been to Remenham House?’ ‘Remenham House? I wish I’d been only to Remenham House. 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. Michelle moaned and Lucy, unable to help herself, stroked her hair. He uttered one word over and over, monotonously: "Fool! … Fool!" But invariably the touch of Ruth's hand quieted him, and his head would cease to roll from side to side. "It is plain he has been destroyed by his perfidious accomplice," rejoined Thames. Ennison was deeply interested.
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