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Hopes, what are they? beads of morning / Strung on slender blades of grass. / Or a spider's web adorning. / In a strait and treacherous pass. / --Wordsworth.
The months of July, August, and September had passed away. Lord Lodore enjoyed, during the two last, a singularly complacent state of mind.