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"Then it was not a dream!" ejaculated Sir Rowland in a hollow voice, and as if
speaking to himself. Messengers were despatched to all the constables and head-boroughs to be in
attendance,—to the sheriffs to have an extraordinary number of their officers in
attendance,—and to the Savoy, to obtain the escort of a troop of grenadierguards. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is
killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. 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. ”
She made her glasses glint.
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