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She held up the lamp. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face. “These are the playgrounds of life. "Is there no charity? Isn't it understood?" "Of course it is! In the present instance I can offer it and you can't, or shouldn't. I can't invent; the thing won't come. D'ye hear. "Why came she here?" "She could not resist the hand of fate which drew her hither," replied Sir Cecil, mournfully. 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. Hers was beauty on a large scale no doubt; but it was beauty, nevertheless: and the carpenter thought her eyes as bright, her complexion as blooming, and her figure (if a little more buxom) quite as captivating as when he led her to the altar some twenty years ago. I will do my utmost. Oh, I know.
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