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‘Now then, missie. She had never said anything so
horrible to anyone in her life. ‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have
to tell my part in it all, too. “But this is a surprise!” said Ramage. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as
you Yankees say. Tickle the ears of their reverences with any idle nonsense you
please: but tell them nothing you care to have repeated. Let me have a word with him, and you
may take all the money. But at the word
“home” she turned again. As you know my seed is infertile with all women, they are
no more than cattle, but it was not so with my Rhea. 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. To her horror she
realized that she had nearly forgotten how to kiss after a
years-long dry spell, and she could detect drool on her
own chin and John’s cheek.
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