" "Well, well, I'm not within a minute," rejoined the turnkey. ‘And it is not only a question of her identity, but a matter of her life as well. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. 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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