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Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
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Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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oet says. Yes, but a true artist does not work for ■ laurels only. Theservice of art is its own reward. I should hardly care for fame if Ifelt that I had produced good work, which would live when I wasforgotten—as I once hoped to do. Ah well, he added, with aquick sigh, I must forget my old dreams, and outlive my old self,if I can. Perhaps I shall develop an unsuspected genius for com-merce—who knows ? He laughed rather drearily, and looked straight before him, as ifhe were gazing down the long grey vista of the new life on which hewas to enter. That look and tone were a revelation to his com-panion. She realized for the first time what the sacrifice costhim. Bernhardt, you will not be happy, she exclaimed with suddenconviction. You can never adapt yourself to a life so unsuited foryou. in which all your talents and capabilities will be wasted. Yournature must be crushed to fit it. Youi grandfather does not under-stand this, but I do, and I dare not accept such a sacrifice. Tell
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ROBERT BARNES R. AND E. TAYLOR. Have I kept you waiting? she asked. Old Vanderhaveris Will. 481 me, dear, she went on, laying her hand on his arm, what would youdo if you were free—if it were not for me, I mean ? I should borrow a few hundred francs of my cousin and go toRome, he answered. Yes ; you could live cheaply there, and you would have con-genial companions, and learn all that the great masters could teachyou. Why should you not go ? And leave you, Annette ? 11 Not for long, I hope. Dearest, she added earnestly, I wouldrather part from you for ever than live to feel that I had been themeans of spoiling your life. You shall go to Rome. No, no ! do not tempt me, he interposed, turning his headaside. Yes; for my sake, she persisted. That you may win a name Ishall be proud to bear some day. That day may never come, Annette. Everything comes to those who can wait, she quoted, smiling,though her eyes were full of tears; and you would not have towait long for success; I am sure of

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