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"When I first came to town I shared this sympathy, and pleased my imagination with fancying her hard struggle with the conviction that she had lost all that made life beautiful. I supposed that if I had looked at her through my spectacles, I should see that it was only her radiant temper which so illuminated her dress, that we did not see it to be heavy sables. WHEN I FIRST CAME TO TOWN I SHARED THIS SYMPATHY AND PLEASED MY IMAGINATION WITH FANCYING HER HARD STRUGGLE WITH THE CONVICTION THAT SHE HAD LOST ALL THAT MADE LIFE BEAUTIFUL I SUPPOSED THAT IF I HAD LOOKED AT HER THROUGH MY SPECTACLES I SHOULD SEE THAT IT WAS ONLY HER RADIANT TEMPER WHICH SO ILLUMINATED HER DRESS THAT WE DID NOT SEE IT TO BE HEAVY SABLES
ession for which they had well renounced a hopeless search and a belated triumph. "I knew one man who had been for years a byword for having sought the philosopher's stone. But I looked at him through the spectacles and saw a satisfaction in concentrated energies, and a tenacity arising from devotion to a noble dream which was not apparent in the youths who pitied him in the aimless effeminacy of clubs, nor in the clever gentlemen who cracked their thin jokes upon him over a gossiping dinner. "And there was your neighbor over the way, who passes for a woman who has failed in her career, because she is an old maid. People wag solemn heads of pity, and say that she made so great a mistake in not marrying the brilliant and famous man who was for long years her suitor. It is clear that no orange flower will ever bloom for her. The young people make their tender romances about her as they watch her, and think of her solitary hours of bitter regret and wasting longing, never to be satisfied. ND PRINCELY POSSESSION FOR WHICH THEY HAD WELL RENOUNCED A HOPELESS SEARCH AND A BELATED TRIUMPH I KNEW ONE MAN WHO HAD BEEN FOR YEARS A BYWORD FOR HAVING SOUGHT THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE BUT I LOOKED AT HIM THROUGH THE SPECTACLES AND SAW A SATISFACTION IN CONCENTRATED ENERGIES AND A TENACITY ARISING FROM DEVOTION TO A NOBLE DREAM WHICH WAS NOT APPARENT IN THE YOUTHS WHO PITIED HIM IN THE AIMLESS EFFEMINACY OF CLUBS NOR IN THE CLEVER GENTLEMEN WHO CRACKED THEIR THIN JOKES UPON HIM OVER A GOSSIPING DINNER AND THERE WAS YOUR NEIGHBOR OVER THE WAY WHO PASSES FOR A WOMAN WHO HAS FAILED IN HER CAREER BECAUSE SHE IS AN OLD MAID PEOPLE WAG SOLEMN HEADS OF PITY AND SAY THAT SHE MADE SO GREAT A MISTAKE IN NOT MARRYING THE BRILLIANT AND FAMOUS MAN WHO WAS FOR LONG YEARS HER SUITOR IT IS CLEAR THAT NO ORANGE FLOWER WILL EVER BLOOM FOR HER THE YOUNG PEOPLE MAKE THEIR TENDER ROMANCES ABOUT HER AS THEY WATCH HER AND THINK OF HER SOLITARY HOURS OF BITTER REGRET AND WASTING LONGING NEVER TO BE SATISFIED
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