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She forced herself not to think of John. “I didn’t blow up the house. I take it, down where we're going will be nothing new to you. 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. “I’ll ruin your suit. "I loved you," replied Jack,—"don't start—it is over now—I loved you, I say, as a boy. ” The girl shook her head. Gerald’s gaze bored into hers. But with the morning, the glorious unstained morning the passion of living would stir even the blood of a clod.
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