She could stow away, go to a place where there were no people to eat and end her life. "Is it poison?" she asked. 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. You were content, and I came to thrive on your happiness. Somehow to-night—I don’t know. “You must answer me, Annabel,” she continued.
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