Aeterna Classics

My father did not favour him and treated him politely to the point of insult.

“Oh, what could I not have done, had I not wasted my time!”

Even now, when the shades of evening are beginning to close in upon my life, what is there that has remained for me fresher, more precious than the memory of that morning spring thunder-storm which sped so swiftly past?

Something seemed to deal me a blow in the heart. The thought that I might have seen her but had not, and that I should never see her,—that bitter thought seized upon me with all the force of irresistible reproach.

The whole past surged up at one blow and stood before me.