“All the time he is shouting and muttering. Ruth returned to the table. 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. "Are you my son? Are you Jack?" "I am," replied Jack. ‘I will do so. " "Halloo, Nab!" vociferated Quilt.
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