Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack would have been soft work. Unconscious that his movements were watched, Shotbolt, meanwhile, hastened towards Wych Street. And a custom had grown up of a general tea at four o’clock, under the auspices of a Miss Garvice, a tall and graceful girl of distinguished intellectual incompetence, in whom the hostess instinct seemed to be abnormally developed. He came along, he said, just to call, with large, loud apologies, radiantly kind and good. I'm always agreeable to the women, bless their kind hearts! Now! slip the purse into my hand. 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.
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