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He will wish to have his fears laid to rest. "I can," replied Trenchard. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. " "No. ‘Do that again,’ he said softly, ‘and I’ll make you sorry you ever came to England. 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. On this side stood the instruments with which the latter piece of pleasantry had been effected,—namely, a bucket filled with paint and a brush: on that was erected a trophy, consisting of a watchman's rattle, a laced hat, with the crown knocked out, and its place supplied by a lantern, a campaign wig saturated with punch, a torn steen-kirk and ruffles, some halfdozen staves, and a broken sword. It was something that would create a mutual claim, a relationship. ” “You have not seen the evening paper?” “No. Manning, and that her aunt focussed a brightly tactful disregard upon this throughout the meal. I can’t help you a cent.
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