" The feminine vanities in Ruth were quiescent; nothing had ever occurred in her life to tingle them into action. The sky was dripping a wet, slow rain that had forced the city’s inhabitants into taxicabs and dingy cafeterias, the day wholly ruined for all except the insane schizophrenics and her. It was the grand nursery of vice. All her pride raged at me. "Because it's not like you," was her answer. By the light of a torch borne at the stern of the hostile wherry, he saw that the pursuers had approached within a short distance of the object of their quest. 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. Presently he became filled with astonishment over the singular fact that Ruth was eluding him in fancy as well as in reality.
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