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The stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over the down, walking from Bramblehurst railway station, and carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand. He was wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt hat hid every inch of his face but the shiny tip of his nose; the snow had piled itself against his shoulders and chest, and added a white crest to the burden he carried.
Great and strange ideas transcending experience often have less effect upon men and women than smaller, more tangible considerations.
and some of the gayer-minded had also adorned their bowler hats with brilliant-coloured favours of ribbon.
He turned around abruptly. “I robbed the old man—robbed my father. “The money was not his, and he shot himself.”
I went over the heads of the things a man reckons desirable. No doubt invisibility made it possible to get them, but it made it impossible to enjoy them when they are got.
Ambition—what is the good of pride of place when you cannot appear there?
