" "What a strange history is mine!" said Thames. “Isn’t that rather a strange question—under the circumstances?” he asked quietly. ‘Let go!’ ‘Do you take me for a fool?’ Gerald demanded. When she came in after dinner that night, Ruth was no longer an interesting phenomenon, something figuratively to tear apart and investigate: she was talismanic. We are nuns. He was in evening dress: swallow-tailed coat and white tie. With what airs we human atoms invest ourselves! What ridiculous fancies of our importance! We believe we have destinies, when we have only destinations: that we are something immortal, when each of us is in truth only the repository of a dream. ” His walk became a jovial saunter. “Experte credo.
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