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He fell at last into a deep gulf of self-pity Yesterday, now so far away, so irrevocable, was full of faith, of prorand purpose; now every path was hid by sliding sand The world was a chaos His book, his splendid mission, his communion with Adele, his very life, depended upon this wondrous psychic Without her the world was a chaos, life a failure, and his faith a bitter, roan he covered his face, his heart utterly gone, his brain benuht

And yet outside the , in reach of his hand, the spring sunlight vividly fell The waves of the river glittered like glass and ships moved to and fro like butterflies The sky was full of snowy clouds--harbingers of the inds of spring Sparroittered along the eaves, and themajestically into the new and pleasant month