” She drove off in a little fiacre, nodding and smiling at Sir John, who remained upon the Avenue. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. ” “I don’t have power over men’s fates.
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