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 knew it,” Ennison exclaimed. ’ ‘Dieu du ciel! But this is catastrophe. “If you speak—farewell.
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