" "En-shad-ay. But sadly, at Lullingstone we are too far off the coast to be of use. “Here, dis is for you. I defy you to explain it away. " "Then you will stay!" she cried, clapping her hands joyfully, "for I'm sure he won't part with you. And were you to load me with thrice the weight of iron you have ordered you should not prevent my escaping a third time. ‘You do not say, “I am a gentleman born. 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. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. 260 “Can you turn me into one?” “Yes, I can turn you into one tonight.
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