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God forgive you!" "May He, indeed, forgive me!" returned Trenchard, crossing himself devoutly; "but my guilt is not the less heavy, because your child escaped. 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. “If I sit here,” he said, standing up before her abruptly, “I shall have to shout. ‘And I do not know why you are so polite, when you have been bad to me last night, and have taken my dagger.
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