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. Everything in the world had changed for her. ‘Eh bien, Eugénie. I had done the most compromising things, and behaved in the most ridiculous way. Why should you who are queens come down from your thrones? If you can afford it, WE can’t.
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