In the middle there was a gate. It was a bizarre sight, a miniature manor, replicated fully, walled in gray limestone. “When we go indoors I will show you the offers I have refused,” she answered. She was unusually helpful at breakfast, and unselfish about the eggs: and then she went off to catch the train before her father’s. I’ve muddled all this business. I found it on the beach, just sitting there nestled inside a piece of driftwood. 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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