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All this hard work lost! But I am not conquered! I will go and work for money, and come back and have another fight with fate.

Ah me, it may be years, it may, be years." Arrived at the mouth of the tunnel, he threw his coat upon the ground, sat down on, a stone, and his eye sought the westering sun and dwelt upon the charming landscape which stretched its woody ridges, wave upon wave, to the golden horizon.
Something was taking place at his feet which did not attract his attention.
His reverie continued, and its burden grew more and more gloomy.
Presently he rose up and, cast a look far away toward the valley, and his thoughts took a new direction: "There it is! How good it looks! But down there is not up here.