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All at once it came to him what a fool he was to worry over this phase which was wholly suppositional. ’ Gerald raised his brows. “Very well,” said her father. Brother and Sister VIII. I don’t suggest any philanthropy. Instead, she laughed, laughed with lips and eyes, laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone.
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