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. Suddenly she became aware of the fact that he had brought no lunch. That’s where you go wrong. Bit priggish, isn’t it? And if he only knew it—so absurd. "Where?" she cried. Oh dear!—oh dear! Be careful of him," she added to her husband, "and get it over quickly, or never expect to see me again.
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