I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. ” “Every one hasn’t the Gift. Upon the pavement near the court lay the porter, who had been prostrated by a blow from the butt-end of a pistol. But with returning breath came returning vociferations; and the carpenter, with a faint hope of lessening the clamour by change of scene, took up his lantern, opened the door, and walked out. In nearly every speech she heard was the same implication of great and necessary changes in the world—changes to be won by effort and sacrifice indeed, but surely to be won. ” “Where do you go?” “Oh!—Alps.
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