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-"Come!" cried Marston, "the story of your embodied ghost! Speak, thou gloomy Pythagorean!"
-"Most men, " began Pontifex, "however roughly the world has used them, can recall a period in their lives when they were absolutely happy, when each night closed with the collection of new pleasures tasted, when the progress of each day was cheered by the experience of unlooked-for novelties and when the awakening to another dawn was a pure physical delight unmarred by those cankering anxieties for the fortune of the hour which are the burden of the poor, the ambitious, and the intriguing. To most men, also, this gold time comes, when the cares of a mother, or the coquettish attention of sisters, aid to shield the young and eager soul from the blighting influences of wordly debaucheries. Fortunate is he among us who can look back on youth spent on the innocent enjoyments of the country, or who possesses a mind moulded in its adolescence by the fingers of well-mannered and pious women.