“I wonder what happened. “But, my dear!” said Ann Veronica’s aunt. ‘I cannot possibly shoot a lady, you know. “I’ve got bad faults. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted
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"And with some justice," replied Thornhill, drily. ” She leaned against the back
wall of the place, sinking slowly. "
"I hope such a thing never will happen again, my dear," observed Wood, mildly,
"but, when it does, it will be time to consider what course we ought to pursue. It was the end, she told herself, fiercely. She realized more and more the
quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in
certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of
such a self-abandonment. She could not analyse what was stirring in her: the thought
of losing the doll, the dog, and the cat. ”
“I want a vote,” said Ann Veronica. 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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