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Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. "I never wear false whiskers," went on O'Higgins. White men and natives dealt conveniently at Copeley's. With a faint view of overtaking them the pursuer urged his steed to a quicker pace. 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. He understood. The true creative mind is always returning to battle; defeats are only temporary setbacks.
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