“I’m sure we’re all delighted to see you again, Mr. "Tom," continued Kneebone, calling to the shop-boy, "don't go home. She took the tray with both hands, gulped, and gave way to tears. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart. They were both conscious, however, that something had intervened between them. But all those empty years!… My heart was hot. “I do not understand. 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 am a fool,” he said. " "The ways of Providence are inscrutable," observed Wood.
Video ID: Q0NCb3QvMi4wIChodHRwczovL2NvbW1vbmNyYXdsLm9yZy9mYXEvKSAtIDM0LjIyOS42My4yOCAtIDAzLTEyLTIwMjMgMDc6NDE6MjIgLSAxMjg3NjUwODk5
This video was uploaded to 666miss.info on 30-11-2023 21:22:51