” She was silent. Spurlock lay with his head on his arms, asleep. She was sore and overstrung, and it was intolerable to her that he should stand within three yards of her unsuspectingly, with an incalculably vast power over her happiness. 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. They conversed, or more or less she interviewed him. ’ Rather to his surprise, she obeyed this injunction as he led her up two flights of stairs to the first floor.
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