"I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. Women to me are something so serene, so fine, so feminine, and politics are so dusty, so sordid, so wearisome and quarrelsome. ’ She paused, holding her nurse’s eyes. She did not want to seem to shrink from conversation, but all sorts of odd questions were running through her mind. 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. After he had endured this torture for an hour, at a sign from Wild another hundred weight was added. ’ Still the girl said nothing. ‘You speak as if you expected to meet her again, Gerald. He lost control of the machine. He lit a cigarette and loitered about. I’m sick of this town and I can’t wait to get out. .
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