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. He was sitting back from the table now, with one arm over the back of his
green chair and the other resting on the little table. “Veronica!” cried Miss Stanley, warningly, and, “Peter!”
For a moment they seemed on the verge of an altogether desperate scuffle. It wasn’t so much women as Woman that engaged his mind. ’
Hilary’s gaze was raking the room. "Let us hope that, like her who 'loved much,' her sins are forgiven
her. “My dear Vee!” Her voice became very low. Everything was fresh and
bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered
mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the
wayside. She looked in the
rear-view mirror.
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