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’ Hilary’s brows shot up. 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. "Not dangerously, I hope," returned Thames; "but fly—save yourself. The shops were lighting up into gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she had lost her way. “Hello!” said Ann Veronica, with arms akimbo and a careless, breathless manner.
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