He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and sniffed. Through an open door was a glimpse of the bathroom—a vision of luxury, out of which Annabel herself, in a wonderful dressing-gown and followed by a maid presently appeared. “The plain common-sense of the case,” he said, “is that we can’t possibly be lovers in the ordinary sense. Turning, she flew for the nearest door. 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. My arm's nearly well again.
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