" The Wastrel rushed. “I am dying to renew my acquaintance with London, Mrs. The bodies had been found in the river without their heads, which were busy decomposing in a ravine. ‘Tie a horse behind the carriage?’ he echoed incredulously. I do not wish for you to see me feed. ‘Perhaps she don’t understand English,’ suggested Roding. Stories … love stories: and to-morrow she would know the joy of reading them! It was almost unbelievable; it was too good to be true. ’ She shook her head. 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.
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