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And she flung herself between them. “Who’ll
mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. 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. “Yes, aren’t they?” said Ann Veronica, after a thoughtful pause. Wood's
astonishment and displeasure momentarily increased. This young man did not drink because he
sought the false happiness that lured men to the bottle. She had never been to the opera before except as one of a
congested mass of people in the cheaper seats, and with backs and heads and
women’s hats for the frame of the spectacle; there was by contrast a fine large
sense of space and ease in her present position. Heedless, however, of the consequences, he pursued his task.
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