As far as I can, I belong to them all. I want to ask you a plain question, and you must answer me faithfully. Your mother, for instance, couldn’t. It was a mad half-hour. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. ‘Don’t try to turn it off,’ ordered Miss Froxfield. That had shut him up for a while. Wish SHE”—he indicated Miss Klegg’s back with a nod—“was at the bottom of the sea. 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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