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Spurling, as if struck by a sudden idea. Without turning or looking in his direction she leaned forwards, her head supported upon her fingers, her elbows upon her knees. He thought for a moment, and went on: “Love is something that has to be taken care of. ” He resumed, after a mouthful: “Here is a girl of sixteen or seventeen, seventeen and a half to be exact, running about, as one might say, in London. ‘You think my father would not have married Suzanne if he had known? Me, I do not agree. And here are these places, full of contagion! “Of course, this is the real texture of life, this is what we refined secure people forget. They're on the forward lounge in the saloon. “Idiot!” She raged inwardly while she walked along with that air of self-contained serenity that is proper to a young lady of nearly two-and-twenty under the eye of the world. Attracted by the odour of the latter dainty, a hungry cat had contrived to scratch open the paper in which it was wrapped, displaying the following words in large characters:—"THE HISTORY OF THE FOUR KINGS, OR CHILD'S BEST GUIDE TO THE GALLOWS. 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 rested on one elbow.
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