. 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. He daren't quarrel with me: and if he does, let him look to himself. Alarmed by the noise of the scuffle, Quilt and Sharples rushed to the assistance of their comrade. It’s no good.
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