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The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. ’ Gerald held out his hand, and she meekly gave the dagger up to him. You used to beg me for hours at a time to give it all up, never to go near the ‘Ambassador’s’ again. 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. “But,” he said, “you do not blame me altogether?” She rose to her feet. To his great joy he found a small garret-door in the roof of the opposite house open. Every time he left a room, she chastised herself bitterly for her own profound weakness.
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