Theodore Winthrop,
John Brent — Chapter XXIX. A Lost Trail
“ You think me weak, perhaps, Wade, for my doubt of success; but remember that I have been at this vain search over England and on the Continent for five months.”“But understand. Wade,” said Biddulph, “that we do not give it up, although we have found no clew.”“Give it up!” cried Brent with fervor. “I live for that alone. When the hope ends, I end.”How worn he looked, “with grief that’s beauty’s canker!” Life was wasting from him, as it ever does when man pursues the elusive and unattained. ”
