She stabbed him with her canines. 6. ‘I’ll send one of my men to see you here this very evening. 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. “My husband knows all. But I'll never part with your irons. —Though if my name should become as famous as theirs, it wouldn't much matter. “Well?” she said, sitting down again. “Unless you have an appointment, which you haven’t,” he said, “you’ll only waste your time here. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley.
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