Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. Holcroft, we may have been mistaken. "I understand," she said. “We sent for you several hours ago,” he remarked. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. “To be frank with you, Lady Lescelles, when your brother asked me the other day to be his wife I was under a false impression as regards his relations—with some other person. 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. ” She threw away the end of her cigarette.
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