It would be downright cruel to disillusion her. ” “Go!” he said. Be off!" "Jack!" exclaimed his unhappy parent. 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. The watermen, who manned the larger wherry, immediately shipped their oars, grappled with the drifting skiff, and held it fast. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times. Now she knew why the soldiers had not caught him. Somebody to whom she would be necessary, who for days would have to depend upon her for the needs of life. “Now I suppose Brendon understands exactly what you mean,” he remarked.
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