‘It does not seem to me that you can be an emissary for that pig. And afterwards! Sir John drew his cigar from his lips, and looked upwards where the white-lights flashed strangely amongst the deep cool green of the lime-trees. At the bottom of the trunk was a large manila envelope, unmarked. Fast asleep, he is. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so. Several people were passed out on the sectional sofa, and muffled noises emanated from other rooms indicating that the party’s embers were still smoldering, but John was nowhere to be seen.
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