While he was meditating flight in this way, and tossing about on the straw, he chanced upon an old broken and rusty fork. ” “He seems like such a nice boy. So frightful, indeed, were the ravages of this malady, to which debtors and felons were alike exposed, that its miserable victims were frequently carried out by cart-loads, and thrown into a pit in the burial-ground of Christ-church, without ceremony. " "Please!" She dropped the curtains and the manuscripts, knelt and held out her arms. ” He glanced over at her cockeyed, and then returned his gaze to the road. " "It wasn't the fumes of whisky that toppled him out of his chair. She sat on the edge of the bed —the wardress was too busy with the flood of arrivals that day to discover that she had it down—and her skin was shivering from the contact of these garments. "But you are tired!" "I want to go over the story again. “I should make sure that he doesn’t try to drive himself home. 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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