“Great dears!” said Capes, as the vehicle passed out of sight. 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. I saw him lying on the footway.
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