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"Farewell, Jack," cried twenty voices. What is
done cannot be undone. She mounted the stairs of the theatrical agent’s
office with very much less than her usual buoyancy, nor did she find much
encouragement in the general appearance of the room into which she was shown. What Miss Miniver would
have called the Higher Truth supervenes. “Then either this man shot himself or some one else shot him immediately
before your arrival—or rather if it was not himself the person who did it was in
the room, say two minutes, before you arrived. He is
coming here to tea. “An annuity—a sum of money paid to you yearly or quarterly through my
solicitors, and which you can consider as a gift from your sister. ’
‘And it is very stupid of you to think of such a thing, because in this case, why
should I seek out my family?’
Triumph rose in Gerald’s breast, but he took care to conceal it. I can't invent; the thing won't come. He had
been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton,
of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. It was painful to
want him so much. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be
continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than
relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle.
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