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"That's for Winifred," vociferated the Amazon, bringing the cudgel heavily upon his shoulder. ’ ‘Well for him,’ remarked Captain Roding. The splendid voices sang on from phase to phase of love’s unfolding, the ship drove across the sea to the beating rhythm of the rowers. ‘Do that again,’ he said softly, ‘and I’ll make you sorry you ever came to England. Then she would have quiet times, in which she would say to herself, “Now look here! Let me think it all out!” For the first time, it seemed to her, she faced the facts of a woman’s position in the world—the meagre realities of such freedom as it permitted her, the almost unavoidable obligation to some individual man under which she must labor for even a foothold in the world. Presently she saw Spurlock on the way to the lagoon. 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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