I feel at moments as though I could bolt for it. I call upon you to assist me in the apprehension of this person. Now, Sir," he added, turning to Jonathan, as Sir Cecil and his followers obeyed his injunctions, "you say you know the road which the person whom we seek has taken?" "I do," replied Jonathan. These fellows must be right,” he added thoughtfully, “and yet—there’s a mystery somewhere. I am not afraid that you may try to make love to me. Gossip was the driving force in Sheila’s existence. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. 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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