” “Bring me a whisky and soda, and a box of cigarettes,” Ennison answered, “and then leave me alone, there’s a good fellow. But native! She must watch out. Mr. ‘Yes, that is what the nuns they said of me. One nail drives out another, it's true; but the worst nail you can employ is a coffin-nail. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. Through all he said ran one quality that pleased her—the quality of a man who feels that things can be done, that one need not wait for the world to push one before one moved. ” “She doesn’t develop a specialty. They got in my mouth. And now she was discovering that even Nature was something of a liar, with her mirages and her horizons.
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