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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
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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Then will rush twixt you and meAll the waves of all the sea. Once divided so, we may Strive our lives—long, vainly, vainly.To outface the serge and spray, Touch, and see each other plainly :Nothing done can be undoneWhile the earth spins round the sun. I my arms may open wide,You may nestle on my breast, Silent, but unsatisfied, Unpossessing, unpossessed ; Knowing that between our souls All this sea of parting rolls. Then regret will eat our heart, Till despair devours regret,And we shall be more apart Than before we ever met;Most divided by that past.When we held each other fast. We shall sigh—when sighs are vain— Oh, lost days that would not linger ! You will rule your world again,I shall sing, a soulless singer— Each look back with longing eyes On our foregone Paradise. Paradise—where now we stand.Once lost, nothing can retrieve it. Still we hold it, hand in hand, Must we lose it ? Need we leave it ? It is ours, my sweet, to-day ;Shall we go, or shall we stay ? E. Nesbit.
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M. F.1.1.I;N SlAll.lS. Lady I.KVFJ, ROSF. with a STARTirn MtUKMF.NT, anh suuank cio^i- TO Mu. RAVK.NswoKrn. cuvinc i.rr, as if it»R ruorFcriON, AuNvM.n : Akniu 1) 1 THE ARGOSY. APRIL, 1888, THE STORY OF CHARLES STRANGE. BY MRS. HENRY WOOD, AUTHOR OF * EAST LYNNE. >^ CHAPTER X. THE HOUSE AT MARSHDALE. IT was a gloomy day, not far off the gloomy month of November,and it was growing towards mid-day, when a train on a smallline, branching from the direct London line, drew up at the somewhatinsignificant station of Upper Marshdale. A young and beautifullady, without attendants, descended from a first-class carriage. Any luggage, maam ? inquired a porter, stepping up to her. A small black bag ; nothing else. The bag was found in the van, and placed on the platform. Afamily, who also appeared to have arrived at their destination, closedround the van and were tumultuous over a missing trunk, and thelady drew back and accosted a stolid-looking lad, dressed in the rail-way uniform. How far

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