There his imagination was constantly dazzled, and while he remained there, uncounted, treasure seemed just ready to fall at his feet.

The lamp of Aladdin was almost within his grasp.

But, on leaving Fenwick and his sanguine associates, a large portion of his enthusiasm died out, and his mind reached forth into the obscurity around him and sought for the old landmarks.
On returning home from this visit to New York, Mr.Markland found his mind oppressed with doubts and questions, that could neither be removed nor answered satisfactorily.

His entire fortune, acquired through years of patient labour, was beyond his reach, and might never come back into his possession, however desperately he grasped after it.

And "Woodbine Lodge,"-- its beauty suddenly restored to eyes from which scales had fallen--held now only by an uncertain tenure, a breath might sweep from his hand.
Suddenly, Markland was awakened, as if from a dream, and realized the actual of his position.