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. She rose to the fire to stoke it. They all balk because there aren't any petticoats. “Life is upsetting enough, without the novels taking a share,” said Mr. A feeling of inexplicable awe crept over the carpenter as the sounds died away. “I don’t know. The blaze, however, was sufficient to reveal to the thief-taker the features of his intended assassin.
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