She glanced towards her sister, and curiously enough found in her face some faint reflection of her own rather sombre mirth. It's a thousand pities to hang so pretty a fellow. Her fingers clutched the side of the door as though to steady herself. ToC "At length this tragedy is at an end," said Mr. That was the inconvenience of it; her head was swimming. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right across it. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone.
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