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And where were the dreams of the sea? And
his dreams, where were they?
That night the irony that was in him woke up and smiled bitterly, and
he asked himself how he, with his burden of years and of knowledge of
life, could have been such a fool as to think it possible to guard any
one against the assaults of the facts of life. Hermione, perhaps, had
been wiser than he, and yet he could not help feeling something that
was almost like anger against her for what he called her quixotism.
The woman of passionate impulses--how dangerous she is, even when her
impulses are generous, are noble! Action without thought, though the
prompting heart behind it be a heart of gold--how fatal may it be!
And then he remembered a passionate impulse that had driven a happy
woman across a sea to Africa, and he was ashamed.
Yet again the feeling that was almost like hostility returned. He said
to himself that Hermione should have learned caution in the passing of
so many years, that she ought to have grown older than she had.


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