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He carried her into his bedroom as she unfastened the tiny white buttons of his shirt. "A vow," she answered,—"a vow to my dead husband. ‘You cannot be André Valade if you tell them I am one of this family. “Yes,” she said at last, “it is firm and affectionate. "Sounds as if I had heard it, but I can't place it this minute. 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.
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