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She felt bitterly that it was foolish of her not
to sacrifice her vanity and ambition at this
moment, in order to gain that which she valued
more than all triumphs in the world; and yet—
she could not do it. To withdraw now would be
a striking acknowledgment of incapacity; the
power of circumstances, as well as her own
nature, pushed her irresistibly on towards the
goal which she had placed before her eyes. Had
she known beforehand the price she would have
to pay for putting off this work till the last
moment, she would scarcely have wasted her time
on that ‘Struggle for Happiness,’ which rendered
her present struggle for happiness so much
harder than it need have been.
Well, she came to Paris, and received her
prize. She was the heroine of the day. There
was a succession of fêtes, interviews, and visits;
all her time was taken up. Scarcely a moment
was left for the man who had come to Paris on
purpose to witness her triumph. And so it came
to pass that the fulfilment of her heart’s desire, as
well as the gratification of her highest ambition,
coming simultaneously, were both spoilt, whereas
each, coming separately, would have filled her
with intense delight.
Her friend gave her the choice between
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