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Rh now Lord Avonleigh, who has known but one uninterrupted course of prosperity, is carried away into captivity. If I wish your good I must leave you. Why should my shadow be flung upon your path?"

There is something in a deep conviction that forces, for the time, its own belief on others. As the youthful Italians gazed on Arden's pale and haggard face, with its wild and gleaming eyes, seen by the fitful light of the decaying hearth, while the only sound that echoed his slow and hollow accents was the winter wind that went howling drearily past,—they felt as if the evil influence were indeed upon them, and shrunk before that nameless dread of the future, which for the moment subdues the energies, and in whose presence reason trembles. Surely all the more imaginative know this sensation; it is not omen—sound, light, even a cheerful word, have power to destroy its dark dominion; and, unlike most other human emotions, it has no consequence. But who has not shuddered before the indefinite and unknown?

In the ordinary course of daily life, it is wonderful how little we think of the morrow. That sufficient for the day is the evil thereof, is a truth unconsciously, but universally acknowledged.