All this--"I glanced at the rich
furniture, mirrors, and curtains--"is poor and mean to that dwelling
place of the soul, the foundations for which you once commenced
laying. Are you happier now than then? Have the half bewildering
experiences through which you have passed satisfied you that you are
in the right way? That life's highest blessings are to be found in
these pageantries? Think, think, my dear young friend! Look inwards.
Search into your heart, and try the quality of its motives. Examine
the foundation upon which you are building, and if it is sand, in
heaven's name stop, and look for solid earth on which to place the
corner stone of your temple of happiness."
"You bewilder me, Doctor," she said, in reply to this. "I can't
think, I can't look inwards. If I am building on a sandy foundation,
God help me!--for I cannot turn back to search for the solid earth
of which you speak."
"But--"
She raised her hand and said,
"Spare me, Doctor. I know you are truthful and sincere--a friend who
may be trusted--but you cannot see as I see, nor know as I know.
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