” “Go!” he said. She winced as he thrust the fact at her, was about to answer, and checked herself. In the midst of them there was a cart with a man in it—and that man was Jack—my son Jack—they were going to hang him. 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. It was bleeding again. “You have changed somehow—and you certainly are less friendly. It is what I have done. It is a true saying that in the mountains there is peace. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. The jailers robbed the prisoners: the prisoners robbed one another. And we won’t make it so.
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