She wore a black satin dress, a little shiny at the seams, a purposeless bow of white tulle at the back of her neck, and a huge chatelaine. 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 recognised this object at once. “You vixen!” said Mr. Thus, all her interest in life began to centre upon the patient, who was apparently quite as anchorless as she was. “Guess who I’m going out with?” Michelle asked her one day at lunch.
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