. In the forest of Arden. out of it and found a nobler and happiersphere. But there came to us gradually aclear consciousness that, though wewere in the world, we were not of it,nor ever again could be. It was nolonger our world; its standards, itsthoughts, its pleasures, were not for were not lonely in it; on the con-trary, when the first impression ofstrangeness wore off, we were happierthan we had ever been in the old reputation was no longer in thebreath of men; our fortune was nolonger at the mercy of rising or fallingmarkets; our plans and hopes were nolonger subject to ch
. In the forest of Arden. out of it and found a nobler and happiersphere. But there came to us gradually aclear consciousness that, though wewere in the world, we were not of it,nor ever again could be. It was nolonger our world; its standards, itsthoughts, its pleasures, were not for were not lonely in it; on the con-trary, when the first impression ofstrangeness wore off, we were happierthan we had ever been in the old reputation was no longer in thebreath of men; our fortune was nolonger at the mercy of rising or fallingmarkets; our plans and hopes were nolonger subject to chance and had a possession in the Forest ofArden, and we had friends and dreamsthere beyond the empire of time andfate. And when we compared thesecurity of our fortunes with the vicis-situdes to which the estates of our
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