He had always despised people who thought about the past. To live was to leave behind; to be as free as a shipwrecked man who has lost everything.

He turned left, therefore, in the hope of finding better fortune in that direction, but after a while lost his nerve and turned a speculative right, and then chanced another exploratory left, and after a few more such maneuvers was thoroughly lost.

in a manner befitting your station while at Spence. It’s fine to be kind to the lesser girls, but remember that they are not your equals.” Station. Lesser girls. Not your equals. It’s a laugh, really.

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