The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. My destiny, I am afraid, is going to lead me into the ruts. The door to the library burst open. Footprints, and we have to toddle along in them, willy-nilly; and those who have the courage to step outside the appointed path are called pariahs!" "I'm afraid I shall not like this world very much. ” “And yet,” he murmured, “one of the greatest of our writers has declared that the true spirit of Bohemianism is denied to your sex. He looked melancholy enough, it is true. ” There came a silence again.
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