Original (inglés)

THE TORRENTS OF SPRING   “Years of gladness,     Days of joy,   Like the torrents of spring     They hurried away.”                         —From an Old Ballad. … At two o’clock in the night he had gone back to his study. He had dismissed the servant after the candles were lighted, and throwing himself into a low chair by the hearth, he hid his face in both hands. Never had he felt such weariness of body and of spirit. He had passed the whole evening in the company of charm