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. And there was that dress of hers! She must be warned that she had been imposed upon. She was saying good-bye to childhood and home, and her making; she was going out into the great, multitudinous world; this time there would be no returning. It always comes out sooner or later. So he marched into the street, primarily bent upon making the favourable discovery. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. “I meant to say good-bye to you to-night. He turned to her and pinned her against the headrest with his kisses.
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