He became a little less en garde. “But I must, I will,” he answered fiercely. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. As she talked, the drift and significance of what she was saying shaped itself slowly to Ann Veronica’s apprehension. He was draining a glass, and as he set it down he shuddered. 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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