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. He claimed me for his wife, and showed to every one a marriage certificate. Come. But recently he had asked God to pile it all on him; and God had added this, with a fresh portion for Ruth. ‘In the bookroom, sir,’ answered the man, his eyes round as they took in the furious beauty at the visitor’s side. But if not himself, there would be another soon enough. You thanked me tersely, then, barely noticing my existence you went right back to your conversation! I was somewhat crushed but my spirits were lifted when the butcher revealed who your husband-to-be was. " "Dere's de other door!" cried Mendez, in alarm.
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