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. The spinsters had purchased one
grass-linen tablecloth; the girl and the young man had purchased nothing. "It is addressed to my
mother," he added, as his eye glanced rapidly over it, "and by my father. At any rate, he began to deliberately personate him. Her aunt was a long time before she answered. Go to her, I say, and take her in your
arms, you poor benighted Ironsides! I can't make you see. Sheppard,—"pray let me go. "
"Humph!" exclaimed Wild.
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