The boy she had loved was gone. Mr. Flowers, theatre boxes, carriages, the “open sesame” to the whole world of pleasure. Jeremiah Jackson's double. ‘And she’s—’ She broke off, a sudden light in her eyes. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. Apart from everything else, this meeting of ours is a breach of a good rule. “I do not understand. "What do you want with me?" "A word in private," replied the other. 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.
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