"I have something further to tell you," pursued Winifred. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. 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. It's your eagerness that bothers me.
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