It is the future and the things to be which count." "The things to be--yes," the Duchess said and knew that he was drawing near the thing he had to say.
"I suppose I was born a dogged sort of devil," he went on almost in a monotone.

"The fact did not manifest itself to me until I came to the time when--all the rest of me dropped into a bottomless gulf.

That perhaps describes it.

I found myself suddenly standing on the edge of it.

And youth, and future, and belief in the use of hoping and real enjoyment of things dropped into the blackness and were gone while I looked on.