It's a thousand pities to hang so pretty a fellow. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. 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. Sorrows and danger and disappointment she had known. ’ Mrs Sindlesham sighed deeply. ‘I’m not going to arrest you, young Jack—yet.
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