the　seeming；　and　yet　the　sorrow　of　not　having！　Brilliant　society　that　shone　in　a　mirage；　yet　locked　its　doors；　love　that　eluded　as　a　will…o'…the…wisp　and　died　in　the　dark。　　〃Hail　to　you；　Frank　Cowperwood；　master　and　no　master；　prince　of　a　world　of　dreams　whose　reality　was　disillusion！〃　So　might　the　witches　have　called；　the　bowl　have　danced　with　figures；　the　fumes　with　vision；　and　it　would　have　been　true。　　What　wise　man　might　not　read　from　such　a　beginning；　such　an　end？
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