She emerged with a white face and wide-open eyes upon a little, red-lit landing. “Don’t be childish, Annabel. "Strange!" observed the Master; "I thought he'd been at my elbow all this time. Her head rose. 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. Like stealing. ‘And I do understand.
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