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. ‘You were supposed to be nursing him,’ Martha grumbled, ‘and helping him convalesce. The morning swims in the lagoon had thickened the red corpuscle. That’s the wonder of it. At the threshold of the study he bade her good-night; but he did not touch her forehead with his lips. But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered.
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