The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. Ha! ha! What have I left but despair and madness? Promise me one thing, Mr. ‘Well, sir, if I’ve to choose betwixt him and you, I’ll take you, no question. Then the long lashes sank demurely over them.
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