![]() Then for five years I was alone, and, having no children, desolate. I lived for fifteen years a life, which, whatever its trials, could not be called stagnant. In my face, wrinkles are yet to come, but I have almost forgotten the days when it wore any bloom. There is no silver yet in my hair, but its yellow lustre is gone. My house is good, and my income such as need not check the impulse either of charity or a moderate hospitality. We shall go on better together after a satisfactory introduction and due apprehension of identity. Come into my parlour and judge for yourself whether I do right to care for this thing. And now I was not sure but something was hovering around my hearth which pleased me wonderfully. ![]() I had lived certain dim years entirely tranquil and unexpectant. I had certainly not found mine in youth, though the strong belief I held of its existence sufficed through all my brightest and freshest time to keep me hopeful. ![]() A pleasant fancy began to visit me in a certain year, that perhaps the number of human beings is few who do not find their quest at some era of life for some space more or less brief. ![]()
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