" "At all events, let me send her away, my dear," supplicated the carpenter, anxious to avert the impending storm. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of snow—to flight and a dream. "Close the court, Mr. Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismal object.
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