There's not his peer among the peerage. Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she
had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. You're in a more serious scrape than you imagine. The little streaks upon the
germinating area of an egg, the nervous movements of an impatient horse, the
trick of a calculating boy, the senses of a fish, the fungus at the root of a garden
flower, and the slime upon a sea-wet rock—ten thousand such things bear their
witness and are illuminated. ‘Say then, Jacques, you have followed him?’ she demanded of the blackgarbed footman. You must—you shall be mine. “I am afraid,” she answered, “that one’s friends can judge only of the externals,
and the things which matter, the things inside are realized only by oneself—
stop.
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