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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. “How can you know?” “I think—perhaps I am rather a cold-blooded person. “You asked me in to tea,” he protested. ‘Come, mademoiselle, it is of no use to conceal anything from me, you know. ’ Gerald laughed and clapped him on the back. The Disguise 261 VI. The parlour was cluttered but cosy. “How have you been, my dear? Up to no good, I see. But I shan't let him off thus.
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