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"Granted it were as you say, Jack," said Wild;—"and I sha'n't take the trouble to
contradict you—the estates would be yours hereafter. Why did he imagine she was
making this journey to England? She feigned interest. ‘But then again, possibly not. I dare say anything seemed better to her
than the nun’s habit she had been obliged to use. She had trembled on the verge of
such a resolution before, but this time quite definitely she made it. ”
And while he talked and watched her as he talked, she answered, and behind
her listening watched and thought about him. There were moments when she doubted whether the whole mass
of movements and societies and gatherings and talks was not simply one
coherent spectacle of failure protecting itself from abjection by the glamour of
its own assertions. There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in
hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. ” He whispered to himself as her eyes
bulged, arms flying furiously. 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. A familiar figure was making his
way towards them. Wild has done his
business. His job as a
painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. I too,
Anna, have watched and read of your success with—I must confess it—some
misgiving. Let us search
it.
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