" Emptiness; that was the doctor's initial sensation: his vitals had been whisked out of him and the earth from under his feet. He may have resources of which we know nothing," the doctor added optimistically. ’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinned her raven hair. Light flooded the uncarpeted chamber, revealing the decayed state of the place. ‘And you, my girl, if you’d been born at all, would have been just what you think you are. He knocked his pipe on the teak rail. There is light enough from the sun,’ she said, relieved. Wild had evidently discovered the body of Quilt Arnold, and was loudly expressing his anger and astonishment. ’ ‘But the general gave his permission. “And you must please not look at me as though I were an executioner,” she declared lightly. 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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