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'Years of gladness, Days of joy, Like the torrents of spring They hurried away.' -From an Old Ballad. ... At two o'clock in the night he had gone back to his study. He had dismissed the servant after the candles were lighted, and throwing himself into a low chair by the hearth, he hid his face in both hands.
