THE TORRENTS OF SPRING
'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.
Never had he felt such weariness...
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