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’ Was there a careful note in her voice? Gerald gave no sign, keeping his own tone light. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. “Men’s waists are neither here nor there; A man scores always, everywhere. He knew my name, and also that I had been living in Paris, and a man doesn’t risk claiming a girl for his wife, as a rule, for nothing. Mirages, over which he was constantly throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid ground. " "For shame, Mr. His smile faded. I will do anything and everything I can to become your equal. 260 “Can you turn me into one?” “Yes, I can turn you into one tonight. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food.
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