I forget. '" "Let me see," cried Jack, snatching the paper, and eagerly perusing the advertisement. For a time he and Miss Klegg contradicted one another. She gently placed the car back upon the ground. ” He took them from her and read them. You disgust me. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer. 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.
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