dBooks desire

If I had earned fame or
reputation, that woman would have come to claim it: if I had made a
name for myself, those who had no right to it would have borne it; and
I entered life at twenty, God help me--hopeless and ruined beyond
remission. I was the boyish victim of vulgar cheats, and, perhaps, it
is only of late I have found out how hard--ah, how hard--it is to
forgive them. I told you the moral before, Pen; and now I have told
you the fable. Beware how you marry out of your degree. I was made for
a better lot than this, I think: but God has awarded me this one--and
so, you see, it is for me to look on, and see others successful and
others happy, with a heart that shall be as little bitter as
possible."
"By Gad, sir," cried the major, in high good humor, "I intended you to
marry Miss Laura here."
"And, by Gad, Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound," Warrington
said.
"How d'ye mean a thousand? it was only a pony, sir," replied the major
simply, at which the other laughed.


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