Chapter 34

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌⁠O Fortuna, viris invida fortibus

Quam non aqua bonis praemia dividis.

SENECA.

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And as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue,

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌⁠Pants to the place from whence at first he flew.

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Here, to the houseless child of want,

My door is open still.

GOLDSMITH.

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌⁠Slowly for Lucy waned the weeks of a winter which to her was the most dreary portion of life she had ever passed. It became the time for the