The sound of her flying feet brought Gerald leaping for the door. "Your sister is dead," said he, in a deep whisper. ’ Triumph leapt in Gerald’s chest. 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. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well know how to communicate. I love you—unendurably.
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