‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor. Go and live somewhere else. I found the door locked as usual, but when we entered this room everything was as you see. 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. The manservant shall bring your trunks in and pay the fare too, if you like. It does not matter to him either way. Perhaps her odd beauty—and that too was natural—stirred these thoughts into being. Then Mike came along.
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