Donovan a Modern Englishman a Novel

mind from his disgrace, had wandered out alone. He was not very successful in his search for peace, for the more he struggled to find interest or diversion in all around, the more he felt the bitter pangs of remorse and angry resentment. Groups of happy noisy children were playing on the grass, and he thought of nis own lonely repressed childhood, and felt that the lots of men were unjustly and unequally arranged. He stood on the highest point of the Hoe, and looked at the exquisite view before him?the stately ships at anchor in the Sound, Drake's Island, with its miniature citadel, Mount Edg- cumbe, with its beautifully wooded banks, and its foliage fringing the water, the clear sharply-defined line of the breakwater, and, far out over the sparkling dancing1 waves, the distant Eddystone. And yp.t, though he could not be altogether insensible to the beauty of the scene, the brightness and rejoicing, even the industry and success which he saw, made him more angry and resentful, more hopeless and despairing. Was not he disgraced, humiliated? and, at the same time, had not his faults been unjustly exaggerated, his punishment unjustly given? Life seemed one long perplexity, and now he felt both hopeless and purposeless, for success and pleasure had been his chief object hitherto, and now he felt that he had failed shamefully, and that the failure was so great that all pleasure in life was over. Yet, in spite of his remorse and misery, he was neither repentant nor hum... --This text refers to the Paperback edition.