’ ‘Hang it, Melusine!’ Losing patience, Gerald seized her by the arms. The girl who had just left the room was as great a mystery to him now as on the afternoon when he had met her in Piccadilly and taken her to tea. Leonardo he was my—’ ‘Don’t say it,’ Gerald cut in hoarsely. Waving a white flag, naturally. 1. 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. Footman or some such. No offence, I hope.
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