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Book, page 31 / 113 instead of demons filled his house of life. VI. CAST DOWN, BUT NOT DESTROYED. "_TRIPPED_ again!" "Who?" "Brantley." "Poor fellow! He has a hard time of it. Is he all the way down?" "I presume so. When he begins to fall, he usually gets to the bottom of the ladder." It was true; Brantley had tripped again; and was down. He had been climbing bravely for three or four years, and was well up the ladder of prosperity, when in his eagerness to make two rundles of the ladder at a step instead of one, he missed his footing and fell to the bottom. My first knowledge of the fact came through the conversation just recorded. From all I could hear, Brantley's failure was a serious one. I knew him to be honorable and conscientious, and to have a great deal of sensitive pride. A few days afterwards, while passing the pleasant home where Brantley had been residing, I saw a bill up, giving notice that the house was for sale. A few days later I met him on the street. He did not see me. His eyes were on the pavement; he looked pale and careworn; he walked slowly, and was in deep thought.
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