Some automaton within her produced in a quite unfamiliar voice the remark, “They’re playing football. But at the same time, I must say plainly that I think your presence here just now would be a great misfortune. Your uncle—our uncle is with him. " "I know you'll contradict it, Sir," said the widow, looking at Wood as if she dreaded to have her fears confirmed,—"I know you will. Only I wish that it did not remind one so much of a second-hand clothes shop. "Now, give me the woollen cloth to tie round my fetters," whispered Sheppard. 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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