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phantom in My Brilliant Career

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1901
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New South Wales
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phantom in My Brilliant Career

followed, March is doing likewise, and my life is still the same. What the future holds I know not, and am tonight so Weary that I do not care. “Time rules us all. And life, indeed, is not The thing we planned it out, ere hope was dead; And then, we women cannot choose our lot.” Time is thorough in…

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2,912
Year
1,901
Source
Project Gutenberg
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Record ID
2912
Source
Project Gutenberg
Publication
My Brilliant Career; Miles Franklin
Published
1901 public-domain Australian fiction; Project Gutenberg transcription
Narrative type
Retellings and Adaptations
Public-text label
phantom
Archive period
Federation Era
Location
New South Wales (NSW): B
State or territory
NSW
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followed, March is doing likewise, and my life is still the same. What the future holds I know not, and am tonight so Weary that I do not care. “Time rules us all. And life, indeed, is not The thing we planned it out, ere hope was dead; And then, we women cannot choose our lot.” Time is thorough in his work, and as that arch-cheat, Hope, gradually becomes a phantom of the past, the neck will grow inured to its yoke. Tonight is one of the times when the littleness—the abject littleness—of all things in life comes home to me. After all, what is there in vain ambition? King or slave, we all must die, and when death knocks at our.

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