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. Hang the wench! Roding was right. She felt her canines growing. “Dear me, what a relief! If I had had any nerves that man would have trampled upon them long ago. At least I can’t talk to them. He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietude even to himself. If you noticed, our house is fairly close to the road.
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