It was a heavy mass of building.
The carriage dashed through streets and swept round corners.
It was a handsome face, and a remarkable one.
The show being over, the flutter in the air became quite a little storm.
What a night it has been!
Here they come, fast, fierce, and furious!
The summer light struck into the corner brilliantly in the earlier part of the day.
And now I’ll have no more drink; I’ll get to bed.
How have I done what I have done?
I always am sound; am I not?
I care for no man on earth, and no man on earth cares for me.
Do you think I particularly like you?
This is a strange chance that throws you and me together.
Remember? No, I don’t remember. It was so very long ago.
It was like the last feeble echo of a sound made long and long ago.
The door is locked then, my friend?
Why do you write in the public streets?
You confuse me, and how can I transact business if I am confused?
Now comes the difference.
Feelings! I have no time for them, no chance of them.
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